Day 1191 - Conversations with Andrew

As I mentioned in the previous entry, Andrew has a way of procrastinating his (and ours) need for sleep. You'd think his active lifestyle would be ideal for quick slumber, but you would be mistaken. When he's in bed, he is thinking of ways to get our attention (i.e. screams, demands, the infamous jar of Aquaphor).

This evening, we heard Andrew's first demand over the baby monitor.

"Daddy! I'm cold! I want my sheets!" shouted Andrew.

I went upstairs to see Andrew, and he kicked all of his sheets off the bed. I silently pulled the sheets over Andrew, but my mind was loudly cursing up a storm.

Soon after, Andrew's second demand was heard.

"Daddy! I have a boogie! I need a tissue!" yelled Andrew.

I went upstairs, and Andrew had a finger pointed in the air with the much anticipated boogie. I wiped Andrew's finger with a tissue and dragged myself downstairs again.

A few minutes later, Andrew's third demand was heard.

"Daddy! I have to tell you something!" screamed Andrew.

I had enough. I was in the middle of watching Live to Dance, and there was no way I was going to miss Paula's riveting remarks. So I asked Lisa to go upstairs this time to see what Andrew wanted.

As Lisa stepped foot into the bedroom, there was no thanks or gratefulness from Andrew towards Lisa. All I heard him say was, "Hey! You're not Daddy! Where's Daddy? You're not Daddy! DAAAADDY!"

Lisa came downstairs as I went back up to see what Andrew wanted.

"Andrew," I sighed. "What do you want?"

"I call for you, but you not come up. Mommy came up! I no called for Mommy," explained Andrew.

"I know, Andrew. But what do you want?"

"Why did Mommy come up? She not Daddy," Andrew continued.

"No, she's not Daddy. It's time to go to sleep. Why did you call for me?"

Andrew tilted his head towards the ceiling to think, and when a realization came over his eyes, he reconnected with me and said, "I forget. Oh well!"

I then tilted my head towards the ceiling to see where the best spot would be to hang myself.