And then a little quiet voice said....

We have been having rough nights lately. Daddy has gone back to work and H has gone back to school. He loves school (asking every couple of days if he could go back yet during break) but it wears him out for awhile. I thought we would find our groove after the first week but alas there are still some issues. 

H finally got to sleep last night with some help of medicine for a sore thumb. He has been coming in to sleep on the floor sometime in the night for a couple of months now (keeping in mind this kid slept on his bedroom floor for nearly a year so it is not as strange as it first seems.) Sometimes it is almost 6 (preferred) but sometimes it is much earlier. Last night it was about 11. 

Even with the medicine he woke up complaining and whimpering about his thumb somewhere around 5 am. I let him climb into bed with me in the hopes he would settle back down. After much rotating in which I always seem to lose blanket coverage and pillow territory, he did go back to sleep. 

About an hour later this announcement was made in a tiny little early morning voice:

"I'm a purple lizard."

What could be better than that?