Lets talk about sleep, shall we?
For the last few weeks, when we put you down for the night you go for an average of 4 hours of sleep then wake up pretty frequently after that. That long stretch grew a little longer with each passing night until a few nights ago you slept for six hours in a row. SIX!!!! Six hours in a ROW!!! After feeling what it is like after SIX hours of sleep in a row after MONTHS of hardly any sleep at all, I could of bought you a car I was so happy. If I had the means to do it, I would have bought you a car on the spot just to show you how happy I was and bribe you to let me sleep that long more often. I was SO happy that if someone said I could eat all the chocolate chip cookie dough in the world I wanted and never gain an ounce, ever, but I would never be able to sleep for 6 hours in a row again, I would have punched him or her in the face. This is crazy because I LOVE chocolate chip cookie dough and I don’t punch people in the face. However, I can’t buy you a car, that would be foolish, and the cookie dough would give me a stomachache, but I looked forward to more of that thing people call sleep. Unfortunately, that six-hour thing was a total tease. The last few nights you have hardly slept at all. I would like to blame it on a growth spurt, but I don’t think it is. Really, you just want to hang out. How can I blame you for wanting to hang out, I am pretty awesome, however I don’t want to hang out with you at midnight, 2:00am, 3:30am, 5:00am, 5:05am, 5:10am, 5:20am, and so on. Get where I am going here? This morning at 5:30 I turned on the light a bit to change your diaper and you looked up at me with a smile on your face the entire time. I couldn’t be mad, your smile is too cute, but I was confused. You HATE to have your diaper changed, but the look in your face portrayed something to the effect of, yes, mommy is UP, time to PARTY! I guess I shouldn’t expect SIX hours asleep again and be happy with maybe two hours and a five am party in your room.
Due to that random sleep schedule, I have the weirdest dreams, even weirder than when I was pregnant with you. Lately, the dreams have to do with you being in some kind of danger and I end up doing whatever it takes to take away that threat. When I wake up and see your cute face and big eyes, I know that I would do anything to keep you safe and make you feel loved. This is a different world than the world I grew up in. There is more crime, more preservatives, spinning rims and these shoes called Crocs. I’m sorry.
Last night I also realized that you are MY child. That the nursery at the hospital didn’t mix up babies in their bassinets, and it was pretty awesome. How? You sat with me and watched the woman’s gymnastic team perform in the Olympics and even got mad at the exact time one of the girls landed outside the white line. You knew what was up, and that America had to step it up to beat China. You were so content sitting in my lap watching the girls vault, do giants on the parallel bars, double fulls on the floor and standing back tucks on the beam. I can’t wait to put you in gymnastics. Hell, I can’t wait to put me in gymnastics!
Other fun things:
You know who mommy and daddy are and look for us when we walk away.
You coo and coo and coo. It’s awesome. You are actually cooing to me right now!
You notice your toys and begin to play with them.
You let me read to you. I love books and want you to love them too!
You are growing perfectly, the pediatrician even said so. Your clothes fit and are no longer baggy. Soon, you will fit in the cute camo pants!
Your poop is really starting to smell. Not sure if that is a ‘fun’ thing, but proves you are more and more grown up every day.
I love you kid, five am parties and all.
Your momma
