No, not the 80s sitcom. I mean the muscle and joint aches that generally occur in children ages 3-5.I'm pretty sure that's what Noah is going through these days, as he woke me up multiple times crying and complaining of knee pain.
This is not a particularly new development, but last night was by far the worst.
At around 9:30, while Ben and I were still downstairs watching TV, I heard Noah screaming at the top of the stairs. I tried to console him to no avail, and ended up bringing him downstairs to cuddle for awhile.
His 2nd and 3rd wails of misery occurred around 1 and 2:30 a.m., respectively. Each time, he made his way to our bedroom, complaining that each step hurt his poor little knees.
He whimpered, "mom! rub ALL of the parts!"
So I rubbed them, which he usually wants, but seemed to cause more pain than relief.
And then later, at 3:30 or so, his fourth or fifth go-round, he whispered, "mom, i need a band-aid...." because, as we all know, band-aids are miraculous devices that eliminate any and all pain upon contact. As luck would have it, I had a few band-aids on my night stand, so I applied one, which at least calmed him down and let him sleep for a little while.
He continued to sleep fitfully at best, which means I did the same.
In the morning, upon waking, he was pretty much pain-free. I can't figure out what it is about sleeping that makes that joint pain so bad.
Incidentally, upon waking Sophie this morning, she immediately noticed the bright orange band-aid on Noah's knee. She thought for a second, then held out her finger (the nearest available body part) and exclaimed, "mom! I need a band-aid! I huwt my finger!"
She's been corrupted by the Band-Aid Machine.
Here's Noah assuring me tonight that his knees felt better:
And here he is, goofing off with his brother and sister before bed:
(They were saying "tick tock, I'm a duck!" following by fits of giggling. I have no idea where this came from. These kids are nuts sometimes.)
Good night.
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