Pajama George is just not George

Ok mamas- the first post from a tired Mama J. So, I am very lucky that Papa R or Mr. R (not sure how we are identifying our spouses/significant others)- puts Master R to bed most nights. This was started when Master A was very small- stroking that male ego- telling Papa R how he got Master A to bed much better than myself and eventually it did become routine (when he is home in time).

So last night after Master A was put to sleep in his crib, Papa R tells me that he couldn't find George and that he gave him Pajama George instead. As a reference, "George" is a stuffed well loved Curious George stuffed animal that Master A has been sleeping with most of his 12 1/2 months. Pajama George is a new stuffed George that Master A received for his birthday that he has mainly treated with disdain.

This was a bit alarming to me because Master A is no fool- he knows Pajama George is different than his much loved George. Although I have tried to get him to warm up to Pajama George by leaving him out to play with, he is NEVER provided at nap time. That is sacred for the one true George. I was shocked that he even went to sleep but he did. I thought this might mean trouble for the evening, but was happy to find him snuggling with Pajama George at about 11 pm. So- I left him there.

I should also note that there is a back up George (in the same yellow shirt) that we had to get on Xmas eve when we realized we left home without George and thankfully has been accepted by Master A. He will sleep with either George. However, a larger George that is in his room- is once again accepted to play with- but not for sleep time.

So- the trouble began at 2 am when Master A woke up screaming. He never wakes up at this time and Papa R went to check on him. I have been suffering a bit of insomnia so Papa R is trying to help out w/early wakings. We are working on getting rid of some extra feedings, so we thought maybe Master A was just hungry. He gave him a little snack but by 2:30- he was still freaking out. We let him cry a bit but he was not stopping. I thought it might be George but was too tired to express this. I finally got up and brought him the real George and the crying stopped. However, at this point, he was all worked up and was up for another hour. Finally around 3:30 he went back to bed with the real George and Pajama George was banished to the bookcase forever.

Unfortunately, I couldn't fall back to sleep till 5 a.m. which made this mama a tired and cranky brunchmate meeting some friends today. Lesson learned. A George by any other clothes just isn't the same- these babes are smart!