The Kid’s Nocturnal Craziness. A Very Short Story

P1130166 The kid’s been having trouble sleeping all week. I don’t know if it’s the moon or the fact that he’s been going through some changes in kindergarten, but he’s been unbelievably annoying every single afternoon and half awake during the night. It’s not nice to say that of your own kid. Other people’s kids are annoying, mine is picture perfect most of the time. 😉 But he has his moments and this weeks the moments have stretched into age. You know, like the weather turns into climate.

Speaking of which – perhaps it is the weather. We’ve been having inordinate amount of rain this summer (what, summer, what is that?) which precludes us for going out as much as we could and would have if there was sun. Well, there is sun. Somewhere. Behind all those clouds. Somewhere else. So the kid gets bored and nags for constant attention.

Anyway, the kid and I were alone last night, and I put him to bed at 8 pm and went out of the room, rubbing my hands gleefully, yaaay, some mummy time. What to do with all this free time? One attack at the fridge and remote control later, I hear from the bedroom: “Mummy! Mummy! Mummmyyyyy!”

I shout from the couch: “Lie down and go to sleep.”

Quiet again. Oh, joy. Let’s see what films have I got on my USB.

“Muuummmyyy. Dink. Mummy. Mummyyy. Dink. Dink.”

Dink is drink. Ok, so he’s thirsty. I take him a glass of water, he drinks and lies down.

Ok, here we go. Only Lovers Left Alive, this should be good. Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston. Oh, goodie!

“Mummy. Mummy.”

I ignore him. He sometimes whines, but if I leave him alone, it only takes a couple of minutes for him to stop and go to sleep. Well, not today.

“Mummmmmmyyyy. Dummy.”

He lost his dummy. Oh noes. He won’t sleep without it. I get up, go in and find his dummy. Back to tv, press play.

Ten minutes later.

“Mummy. Mummy. Mummy. Dummy.”

Whaaaaattt? Again? I hesitate. Should I just let him try to sleep without it?

“Mummmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy. Dummy.”

Alright, alright. Coming. I retrieve his dummy again, lie him down and leave.

Of course it happens again after 15 minutes. By this time I realize that he’s stacking his dummy away on purpose. There is a hole between his crib and the wall and if he puts it in there he won’t be able to reach it by himself. I get angry and tell him to stop doing that or he will sleep without a dummy and I won’t come back in either. Surprisingly, that’s the end of it and I do get to enjoy the film. Awesome film, by the by!

When I go to bed he’s fast asleep. He sleeps in our bedroom; we live in a small apartment, so we have to share, but he has his own bed. I wake up to him calling “mummy” again. I check the clock. 1 am. What the what?

“What is it, kid?”


He reaches for  his teddy bear on the nightstand, which is ornamental, because he has a dog to sleep with.


“Take it,” I say “then lie down and sleep”.

I roll over and nearly fall asleep again when I hear him again.

“Mummy. Mummy … Mummy?”

I turn around and he’s standing in his crib, holding his teddy towards me and goes “RRRAAAAAAWWWWRRRRR“.

I start laughing and then he starts laughing and we both look like lunatics laughing uncontrollably in the middle of the night. I finally give in and take him out of the crib to my bed. Needless to say, we both sleep like babies till morning even if that’s a very poor comparison, because even babies don’t sleep like babies and I feel like slapping the person who came up with this saying. Harumph.


Toddler Talk

I think the kids are at their most adorable when they first start talking. And I don’t mean talking talking. There is this phase between babbling and speech when they become so vocal about everything! You cannot understand it all, but if you know your kid, and as a parent you do, the sounds soon start to make sense and suddenly, even though they can’t form completely proper words yet, you start communicating.

A while ago I talked to a friend whose son is three and doesn’t talk. At all. They took him to the doctor to check if there was a problem somewhere in his mental or physical development but there was nothing, the kid is healthy, bright and he obviously understands everything. What the paediatrician did say, though, was that he doesn’t talk because he doesn’t need to! He doesn’t go to kindergarten and his grandma who is watching him during the day answers his every whim before he even asks for it. So it goes somewhat like this:


Grandma: What would you like for breakfast, Tom (let’s name this imaginary conversation counterpart Tom)?

Tom points his stare and finger towards the refrigerator.

Grandma opens the fridge: Would you like some butter?

Tom shakes his head no and points more fixedly to the fridge.

Grandma: Would you like marmalade?

Tom shakes his head no.

Grandma: Would you like peanut butter? Cereal? Honey?

Tom shakes his head vigorously again and starts whining.

Grandma takes him out of his high chair and takes him to the fridge so he could show her what he wants.

Tom points out cheese spread and they happily enjoy their breakfast ever after.

Moral of the story: In the name of all that is holy, woman, let (make) the boy tell you what he wants!


My kid started with his limited word selection a couple of months ago. He must have loved the sound of “lolo” because why else would he use it so much? Lolo could be either water, ball, flower or even puddle. I would know which one it was if we were outside and I saw him looking at the thing, but when he remembered his lolo out of nowhere I’d be in the dark. So he gradually started distinguishing letters and words and he is way better at it now. There are no more lolos, water is now wotta, ball is ball, flower is flowa. And he is so proud when he says something right! We would go on a walk and he would say pudd and I’d say puddle. Then he’d say pudd for twenty more times and then he would finally make it to puddle and he’d look at me with those big eyes with a million dollar smile on his face and say: “Mummy, PUDDLE!”

Adorable, I told you, says a very biased mum. 🙂


Do your kids talk yet? Do they crack you up? Did you experience any speech difficulties? Tell me in comments!