After, ahem, figuring out the constipation issues that have been plaguing him for the past few days, Samuel seemed in a much better mood this morning. So much so that when he woke up before 6am and started loudly demanding to be taken from his crib and brought into the big bed, I was ok with that. Good mood+some early morning nursing might equal a fairly good day. Maybe even a long nap. MAYBE even going back to bed!
But when, after 30 minutes, he did go back to bed it was to scream and yell and bang his crib railing against the wall for an hour and a half, interspersed with brief periods of silence just long enough to allow us to fall back asleep before being startled awake again.
"I swear, David, if you get up and just make him an egg or something I promise you on my dead grandfather's grave that I will take him to music class and give you an hour at home by yourself."
"If I take him out of bed you know perfectly well he's going to be in this room like a shot, climbing all over you. How do I bar the door?"
"I don't care if you move the couch in front of the door, just give me another hour of sleep. Make bacon. There's bacon in the freezer. Fry up bacon and he'll stay with you, I promise."
But the bargaining wasn't working and we both ended up having to get out of bed. We both got to enjoy the first tantrum of the day. Things picked up slightly in excitement with the discovery that the hot water heater was broken, but the real highlight of the day was figuring out that if I told Samuel he would look just like Bob the Builder if I put overalls on him, I actually was successful in getting him into pants. This might mean that he wears nothing but overalls for the next few years, but who cares?
Didn't you hear me? He's WEARING PANTS!!
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Our friend Richard says that children are blessings in the same way that having a gold brick dropped on you is a blessing. It's worth a lot and it's a great gift and all, but man, it hurts a lot.
Sorry that two is starting up so badly, Two was okay for us. Three made us want to sell Nat, or at least put him out with a sign that said, "Free to a Home".
We resisted, and four is going pretty well.
Of course, ask me next week, when the twins will have been home for a few days. Goodbye, sleep, as of tonight!
Oh, and today the toddler fell asleep for five minutes on the way home from the drop-in, and then refused to nap. Refusing to nap always fills me with anguish and despair. I depend on those two hours. Thank God that my husband is still on leave.
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