Switched Places

Now that Gracie has started to sleep through the night, I thought I was golden. However, at 5:00 this morning I feel that someone is looking at me. I wake up to my son’s face about two inches away from mine, just standing there. I about had a heart attack. He tells me he needs to go to the potty. I still have him in diapers at night because I thought he was going to need a little time to get used to controlling his body during the night. But things seem to be moving faster along. Of course, despite my begging Ethan was up for the day. The irony is that Gracie slept till 8. Just my luck.