This whole "fall back" thing has both boys all messed up. How crazy it becomes when the light outside doesn't quite match to their normal routine.
The reasoning behind our madness: to keep the boy in his room until 8.
On Monday morning, the first morning with the clock, he was up at 6:45. I hear him leave his room. We have 2 staircases in our house and he goes down the main one which enters out into the parlor. He comes around into the kitchen, presumably looking for life forms that resemble Mommy or Daddy, no such things at that hour! "Jacek", I call from upstairs. His footsteps quicken and he rushes up the staircase to our bedroom. "Mommy", he says when he reaches the top, "My clock is never gonna say eight, eight, eight!" Trying to hide my smile I say "It's eight, zero, zero and yes, it will." "Oh", he says disappointed, knowing where I'm going to send him back to. Off to his bedroom he goes and he stays for about 20 minutes until his brother, in the next room, begins to "screech".
It is still only just a little after 7 in the morning. "Quiet", now only comes in waves as my sons have quite a back and forth battle of screeches.
Not to long after this Jacek leaves his room again. He finds me in the living room writing out a shopping list. "My clock is still the same"he says, meaning the 7 is still there. "Yes Jacek, it's still early". "Why don't you take those books back up" I say, pointing to a few he must have brought down with him the first time he came down. "You can look at those while you wait PATIENTLY for eight, zero, zero"
"Yea", he exclaims. "They will help my clock go faster".
At about 8:02 I head up the stairs and meet Jacek on his way down. "Mommy, the clock, the clock has an 8". "I did it, I did it, I stayed in my room till 8".
"Yep, good job Buddy"