Exit Sandman*

This morning Ben decided to wake up at the unhuman hour of 4 a.m. Here's how our morning progressed:

4 a.m. - Ben walks in to our room: "Mom, I need a story." Me: "What?????"
I proceed to blearily read him a Berenstain Bears book and then tuck him back in.
4:15 a.m. - Ben, back in our room: "Mom, I'm hungry." He didn't eat his dinner last night, so we went downstairs and I fed him his leftovers and figured he'd go back to sleep. Not so much.
4:30- Ben: "Mom, I need another story." Me (thinking): "No, I'm not going to read you another @#$%&! story, what in the heck are you doing up at this hour anyway?" I put him back to bed again.
4:35 - I hear him turn his light on in his room and proceed to play with his toys loud enough that we can hear it.
5 a.m. - Ben: "Mom, I need a drink of water." I tell him to get his own in the bathroom, which he does.
5:15 a.m. - Ben: "Mom, I need to wear my boots." (see picture above) These are his too-small moon boots from last winter that he wouldn't wear when there was actual snow on the ground).
5:15- 5:30 a.m. - Ben comes in to our room three or four more times asking to play, jumping in our bed, and sitting on Andy, who is either blessedly able to sleep through this commotion or pretending to be asleep so he doesn't have to deal with it. We'll never know.
5:30 a.m. - Me: "Ben, why don't you go play with your trains." He proceeds to do so.
5:35 a.m. - I know I won't be able to go back to sleep so I head downstairs and eat breakfast.
6:30 a.m. - I finally pop in Toy Story 2 to entertain him and go to the gym since I might as well do something productive

By 8 a.m. we're outside riding his bike around the neighborhood, which he's gotten quite good at. Below is a video of him cruisin' along. We went berry picking at 10 and I thought he'd be zonked out by noon, but unbelievably, he didn't take a nap and only finally fell asleep in the car at 5 p.m. on the way back from the library. As I write this at 10:30 p.m., he's downstairs with Andy reading stories. We did have fun tonight at 9 riding bikes around our neighborhood. Ben rode his trike while Andy rode his next to Ben and they "raced."

You can see the back left wheel is gimpy from where Andy ran over it.
Love those crazy moon boots. He wore them ALL day, including to go strawberry picking in 90 degree heat with killer humidity, around the house, and to the library.

* Pop Quiz: Five points to the person who can tell me what song the blog post is referring to. Just want to see how up you are on your 90s heavy metal. :)