My sleep was interrupted for the second time this morning around 4’ish, when Asher wandered out of his room whimpering. He had already gotten up to go to the bathroom around 2:30, so I had no idea why he could be awake again. After a little coaxing, I understood that Asher was looking for his tattoo from the police officer at National Night out yesterday evening.
So I guess the summary is that I woke up at 4 this morning to talk to my middle son about tattoos.
The funny thing is that when I left for work, Zeke was still sleeping peacefully, not having woken up since Sarah put him down at 9:30. I think you’d better give your big brother some pointers, Zeke!
