If you would have told me 1 year ago that my Friday nights would no longer be pizza/wings and beer but rather juice boxes and the Fresh Beat Band I would have first said...what the heck is the Fresh Beat Band?
Fast forward to the present and you get a father and son weekend while Mom is out getting some much needed R-n-R. To quote our new favorite music interest, "...and it goes a little something like this..."
Friday started off normally enough. Told the nanny that there may be a bird/mouse/bat (something moving in the downstairs closet so please don't open - yes that is still in the realm of normal in our house) and I kissed Ben goodbye and went to work.
Sometime in the afternoon I got a call from our nanny "First Ben's alright," I waited with baited breath for the "but," which surprisingly came as "there is is a small bird walking around the basement and we can't catch it."
No problem. I can handle this. My first thought was...do I tell my wife...then after rational brain took over I decided not to do so and get home as soon as I could wrap up my work.
I was able to get home at a reasonable hour, feed Ben (and subsequently Max) pasta while watching the Fresh Beat Band groove on screen.
Bed time came fast (7:30) which was a good thing and I was feeling pretty confident...nay cockey...I don't see what all the stress was about I thought to myself.
That was before 1am. That was before the "Dada? Daddy? Daddy? Da Daaaaaaaa? DaddyDaddyDaddy. Dadddyyyyyyyyyyyyy? Da? DaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaDaaaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Now to be fair to Ben he's been battling a nasty cold so I went in and stroked his back until he fell back asleep. As soon as I got back in bed (1:30-1:45am) it was DaaaaDaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa again. I thought surely he will stop. He's exhausted. 2:30 snuck up on us between the crying and DaaaDaaaaas. He'd even lay back down and just repeat. Then stand and repeat louder. I clearly was not going to win this battle and resigned some where around 3am.
As soon as I went back into the room he went into a sleeping position and we negotiated a peace. I would lay down next to him on the floor until he fell asleep. And so it was that I found myself doing the worm/commando crawl out of his room at 3:30am terrified that I would wake my son and have to start the process over again.
I fell asleep to Ben's silence as the Fresh Beat Band lyrics "We had a great day. It was a super way. to spend the day together" cycled through my head over and over.