yo-yo bedtimes

I am suffering from Deep Chest Crud, so I certainly appreciate that Dennis was able to largely entertain himself today while I reclined on various horizontal furnishings nearby. We watched way too much television, of course, but we also played pirate (my nice log four poster bed was a pirate ship, and he marched around, saying he was trimming the sails) and fireman (where he donned my black high heeled dress boots along with his helmet and jacket and periodically asked me if I'd heard the alarm go off yet). I dozed off, and when I woke, he'd watched an infomercial. He said "I just learned how to make a Big Top Cupcake--we need to buy the kit and make one!". Fabulous. I'll let Santa know.

Dennis did show an extraordinary amount of patience with my being too sick to play with him today, but he wasn't so great about napping or going to bed. I'd put him down only to have him popping right back up moments later with some silly excuse for his inability to sleep. Down to bed, up again, down again, up again--we must have spent two hours on getting him to stay in bed today and tonight. I've got to come up with a better plan! And I've got to get over this cold, which was not totally unexpected given that It always happens to me with major sudden climate change (Thursday--nearly 80 degrees, Friday--nearly 50 degrees).