What time is it?

Mason has a fever.....Poor little guy. He makes a face when he is sick that is very close to pathetic, but not quite. It's probably closer to just sad, but I feel so sorry for him when he is sick.

I'm getting a head of myself. You see today started at 3:58am when Ben woke up screaming. I can not understand why my son enjoys waking up this early or why he enjoys making me so damn tired that I fall asleep when I brush my teeth. Beth and I have decided that he just needs to cry it out when he wakes up the early, so that is what he did......for a half hour.

So, it's not 4:30am and he goes back to sleep, but to my excitement and joy, Mason decided to wake up a few minutes after Ben. Now, when Mason wakes up, he moves as silent as a ninja. I never hear him and the next thing you know, he is just standing in our room, hovering over you. It actually scares the crap of of me. The scene is right out of a freaky horror flick.

So, we put him to bed and we get some extra sleep, until Mason comes back in to the room. He does this several times, until we just give in and let him climb in to bed. Mason does not lay down calmly. He moves around like a fish flapping on the ground. It's rather difficult to go back to sleep.....then the question comes. "Can I watch tv?" At this point it is 5:50am. My response is that he can watch the tv at 6:00am......."Daddy, it's now 5-5-1....daddy, it's now 5-5-2...daddy, it's now 5-5-3." You get the point..........Please make this stop, make the pain go away.

When all is said and down, I fall back asleep and awaken to the sound of the Doddle-Bops coming form the tv. This is pure evil. If you do not know what the Doodle-Bops are, then consider yourself blessed......

Ben wakes up, Mason still has a mild fever and the day begins. I just wish the day would begin after the sun rises.