Roman has always been our homebody.
He likes his toys.
He likes to imagine.
He likes free play.
After we looked at the "faces" at Mt. Rushmore he turned to me and said, "let's go home, Mom!" I said, "back to the cabin, right?" "No" he said, "back to our green house."
So I have always had to balance Deacon's enthusiasm for going places, my agenda and Roman's desire to stay home.
But lately Roman has wanted to go more places. "Let's go, go, go" he says.
So we have.
But he apparently doesn't exactly know what he needs.
Last Sunday morning (after a full week at VBS) he was done. I could see that he really needed a mental health day. So as much as I hated to do it, he and I stayed home from church and cuddled and read books. It was good.
But it has gotten worse. And I am pretty sure now that it is less the going places and more the sleep factor.
I have been putting them to bed at 7:30, but they haven't been falling asleep until 9:00. And Roman really needs that extra sleep. Basically the baby keeps everyone awake at night and wakes everyone up in the morning.
I really need them to have 12 hours of sleep a night.
They really need to have 12 hours of sleep a night.
So I am not sure what to do yet.
We really need an extra bedroom.
I am sure I will come up with a great plan.