He's the Baby, Gotta Love Him

I work late usually 5 nights a week.  Which means I miss 5 bedtimes a week.  (both a pro and a con)  Today I was home early in preparation for a working road trip this week.  The kids were in bed but still awake.  I went in and tucked them all in, hugs and kisses for everyone.  But that wasn't enough for Ammy.  He crawled out of his bottom bunk, I gave him another hug then put him back in.  He didn't like that.  He flopped over onto his stomach, buried his face in his sheets and cried.  I left the room.

Several minutes later, he was still crying.  I know this cry.  It's the "Let's see how long i can cry til someone does something to fix it" cry.  The Baby of the family cry.  I have recently come to the conclusion as to why most babies of the family are 'spoiled'.  Because by the time the parents get to the last child, they are so worn out and over the crying and the whining that they just give up and will give in to whatever demands necessary to stop the crying and the whining....I digress.....anyway,  So I didn't think it was fair to the other 3 in the room to let him cry it out much longer.  They were all tired and I didn't want  Ammy to keep them up.  So I went in and hauled him out.  I can't stand and rock him anymore, (we really need to weigh the kid) and there are no rockers here so I plopped down on my bed to finish what i was doing, programming my new phone.  He cuddled in and, eyes closed, continued to 'cry', read make noise, for a few more minutes.  Then he couldn't keep making noise anymore and he drifted off to sleep.  

It's been a long time since a baby has fallen asleep in my arms.  But sometimes, no matter how BIG that baby gets, sometimes he still just wants his mama.