Apparently Barney is Boring

This morning's wake up call from Mr. Alarm Clock Caden came in the form of screaming at 4 a.m. I rocked him back to sleep but the minute I transferred him to his crib, he stood up, started jumping up and down and continued to scream.

He woke up his brother, so it was decided that we move him downstairs to the pack-n-play in our home office.  He proceeded to scream, but Jerry and Cody were able to go back to sleep.  I, on the other hand, found it impossible to rest with the racket going on downstairs.  I crept down the stairs (he had quieted by the time I gave up on sleep), and when I walked by he was sitting contentedly and quietly.  That ended quickly when he saw me.  I continued onto the living room and pretended not to notice.  I left him in there and hoped I could finally get some sleep on the couch.  It didn't happen.  At 6, I finally went to get him (but not until he quieted down).  The morning was very rocky.  Both of us weren't in the best of moods, but I proceeded with an early lunch in hopes of an early nap.  After lunch, I left him in the living room for a little while while I finished up some business on the computer.  

Suddenly, it became very quiet.  And when I walked in the living room, Barney was singing.  But Caden was sleeping.  In the DOG bed.  I wish I'd had my camera to take a picture of it, because he was half in the bed and half hanging out of it on the rug. I think I was too shocked that he was actually sleeping, so I quickly scooped him up and carried him to bed. He didn't budge. Hallelujah.

We both slept for the next two hours (oh glory!), and then when he woke up, I brought him downstairs, and while we cuddled, he fell asleep on me for another hour.  Double glory.

All of this is to say that I always suspected Barney might be boring to toddlers.

I was right.