I tell my husband all the time, "I hate to say this, honey, but your son is a cry-baby."
We both know it's true.
Last night, though, was different. Crying, for some reason, I can handle. Because there's a "solution." Even if it takes awhile to find it; I know that if he's cold, I can cover him up; if he's hungry, I feed him; if he's too hot, I peel back the layers; if he's soaking wet, we do a wardrobe change - simple enough, right? What do I do, though, if he's keeping me up in the middle of the night, but he's not crying.
What if he's just talking to himself - babbling, with a lot of sleepy moaning thrown in for good measure? There's really not a fix for early (early) morning whining is there?
Just call him Mr. Chatterbox. I guess it beats a cry-baby. Maybe.