Thursday, August 18, 2011
I'm staring at Logan's sleepy eyes right now.
I'm thinking it has something to do with being up since 4 am. Wait, I KNOW it has something to do with being up at 4 am!
I normally have a great sleeper at night. We get ready for bed around 7 and between 7:30 and 8 he's in the crib and normally out within minutes. Occasionally, going to sleep doesn't work and it takes some soothing, but it's never to much. Then between 4 and 6 am we'll have another feeding and if it's early enough it's back to sleep till 6:30-7.
This morning was a 4 am feeding and I happily climbed out of my warm, cozy bed and crossed the hall, glad for a feeding before 5 because I would be able to go back to sleep in about 15 minutes. Wrong, wrong, WRONG!
The normal 10 minutes pass, but instead of drifting off to sleep, he pulls backs and stares up at me. Just stares. Normally I soak that time in. Normally it's not 4 am. He shoots me a huge, gummy smile as I hoist him up on my shoulder and try to burp him. I pace around the room rocking and patting him, willing him to go to sleep. He was relaxed, so I thought I could lay him in the crib and he'd fall asleep. I lay him down, creep out of the room and crawl back into bed.
He begins to talk. And talk. And talk. Oh, and suck his fingers loudly and shake his bear blanket that has a rattle in it. I hear Kevin rolling around next to me and since today is his first day back at school I figure it's time to turn off the monitor and move baby's party downstairs. Maybe, just maybe he'll sleep in his swing. Or at the very least, be content and I can sleep on the couch.
Nope. A crazy thunderstorm (or 2 or 3) decided to come through. The cats went crazy, the baby got scared. I got scared. Kevin got up to make sure he closed the window in the attic, so at 6 am it was a party in the living room.
It is now 8:30 and Logan is in his exersaucer completely unaware that he's been up for over 4 hours. While I sit here drinking my milk with 2 coffee ice cubes for a little bit of caffeine and am so glad we don't have any plans for today. My nap time painting may be put on hold for a nap for myself.
That is if he decides he wants a nap...sigh. But who could be upset with this cutie???
Anyone else have a baby who doesn't seem like he/she needs any sleep?
Or a pet whose afraid of storms?