Sojo is having a devil of a time sleeping through the night for the last few months, and her parents are feeling very, very tired from getting up so many times in the wee hours. So on a whim the other night, I took down the clock and started talking to Sojo about how she goes to bed when the small hand is on the 7 and gets up when it's on the 6 (I don't think we're ever going to see any number bigger than 6 for a wake-up until she's a teenager!). Now she's interested every night in taking down the clock and going over the drill. I can't say there's been a huge improvement, but I love her eternal optimism--it doesn't matter how many times she has woken us up during the night, when it's finally light outside she is incredibly proud that she "slept till the birdies woke up."
The plan is to order this cool alarm clock for her and have my parents bring it over in October when they visit.
The only bright spot with lots of midnight wake-ups is the snuggling that takes place. There really is nothing like a child's hand resting on you. The trust and love spoken in that casual resting is one of my favorite things about being a mom.