night watchman

Last night Noah was just too full of something to go to sleep. Ava was out in about 10 minutes but Brian and I could hear Noah getting up and walking around. When Brian went out at about 8:45 to put the garbage cans by the road I hear Noah at the top of the stairs. "Mom....I have to go pee pee." We've really been trying to get him to have a dry pull up through the night, and this is part of the gig. "Okay buddy, come on down and go then we'll get you back to bed."

After he's done, and been properly kissed and hugged, I send him back upstairs. He spies his watch on the steps and pauses. I tell him I'll bring it up later, now scoot.

About 9:10 we hear him up again and just let it go. Brian goes up after awhile and when he comes back down asks me if I closed Noah's door? No. When it's time for me to head up to bed I check on Ava (still sleeping) and Noah. It took about 5 seconds for me to see why he'd closed the door. On his sweet little wrist, hanging over the edge of the bed and fully exposed, was the watch. He'd gone back down the stairs to retrieve the watch and then closed his door to conceal the entire operation of getting the watch on his wrist. I can't tell you how many times now that he has surprised me like this. Kid keeps me on my toes and always entertains (even if this time he was naughty).