Sesame Street...at 11 pm

We are still fighting this cold, and Gray has had it pretty bad. Added to that is the fact that he is three and the magical age when children begin having nightmares and waking up REALLY freaked out. He has had a rough night, up three times and it is only 11:23. Each time he was just screaming and crying, so upset and he couldn't tell me what was wrong. I thought maybe his leg had a cramp, or his tummy hurt, but I think he was just in a bad sleep cycle. This last time I brought him down so he wouldn't wake the girls and actually bribed him with a Hershey's kiss. Usually I try to get him to take a sip of water or juice and that helps break him out of the hysterics, but he refused so I went for the big guns. After he ate the kiss, he settled a bit and asked to watch something on my TV. I had Follow that Bird saved to the tivo so he is happily sitting on a blanket with just one leg covered (he said that was the only cold leg) and seems OK. In just a few minutes, I will head up to bed and get him settled and hopefully that will be the end of his bad night.