When I was going through photos I saw one photo and knew I had to share!
Almost every weekend when Tristan is home from his residential school he wakes up in the middle of the night. This happens 99% of the time. The ritual unfolds like this…He comes into our room to make his one word request-always a food item. Then, one of us gets out of bed. Off to the kitchen we go. We gladly help because of safety concerns.
About a year ago both Brian and I woke up on a Sunday morning. I asked him if he got up with Tristan. He replied, “No.” Then he asked me if I got up with him. I answered, “No and I feel great. That means we all slept through the night.” Tristan was still sleeping. Hip Hip Hooray! He slept through the night!