Since Jen is on a quarter break, she got up and tried to get him back to sleep. Unfortunately, this was turning out to be one of those nights where something is wrong ... and we have no clue what.
She brought him to bed with us ... which usually works. Not tonight.
I rolled over to the cries of my son. I suggested medication; Jen agreed and went to get them.
That is when Patrick got livid.
Something was wrong ... and now, it was worse; Mama was gone.
As he leaned her direction ... arms out, I carried him down the stairs looking for Mama.
When we reached the kitchen, Jen and I swapped Patrick for the medication ... I think Jen got the better deal. We quickly got the medication into him ...
Patrick then leaned forward for his step-stool ... yes, I know ... kind of unusual. Once on the step stool, he was reaching for the fridge. I placed the magnetic teddy bear near him. Patrick gave me an odd look and pushed it toward the bottom of the fridge.
On the second magnetic bear, he actually said, "No."
Then, I started suggesting foods ... on cheese, we got "Eese!"
Cheese it was ... a stick of string-cheese and all the tears stopped. No more hungry child and silence in the house once more.
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