Oh how I love this little lady, and her monkey, Boots. Mostly because Oz loves them so much. It became apparent at a very young age (4 months) that he preferred Dora to any other show. Dora got us through the 2 months of constant ear infections, bronchialitis, colds, and teething that spanned December and January.
Last night something was up with him again. Could be teeth, could be a sore throat (I've had one all week). Whatever the cause, he woke up at 2, 4, and then again at 5.30. The 5.30 wake up time was the worst; he was inconsolable and wouldn't nurse or go back to sleep. And as you all know, 5.30 am is NOT an acceptable wake up time. So I grabbed my laptop and put it on the rocker, right in front of his crib. I inserted Dora's Christmas, and the second he heard the intro, the crying ceased. I left the light on dimly, and shut the door.
2.5 hours later (8 am), I went back into his room. He was happily crawling around his crib, watching Dora. He cried when I took him out to change his diaper! If Dora were real, I'd write her a thank you note for the extra hours of sleep I so desperately needed. Gracias, Dora. Gracias, Boots!
(This is a picture Grandma took of Oz watching Dora on our wall projector. He tries to get as close as he can to the picture, and most of the time ends up sitting in the fireplace.)