Coming to Grips with Presents from Toddlers

On a normal morning, my son wakes me up at 6:30AM.

"Mom, I'm stuck in here," he says.

He's two and a half and does not yet know he is capable of climbing out of his crib.  I'm not going to be the one to break it to him.

This morning, he gave my husband and I the best present a toddler can give.  The gift of sleep.

Since we're staying at my parents for Christmas, with everyone else and their dog (literally - a boxer named Dupree), my son's crib is set up in the same room with my husband and I.  On non-Christmas Eve nights, he stood up and stared at us at 1:00AM.  At 3:00AM he said, "I need to pee" when he didn't. Or "I drink some milk" when he couldn't. Or "Santa is coming" when he wasn't.

On the night when Santa really came, he peeped not.

When we woke up at 7:30AM, he was (and this is the crazy part) fake snoring. Wide awake, making fake snoring noises, my son.  "Honk, honk, honk, shew, shew, shew."

But I think he really meant, "Merry Christmas, Mom and Dad!  I love you."