It's official - MrMan requires Sam's calming influence. Or is that me that needs it?
My going to bed started out innocently enough, with musings about how seeing his long body, clad in a diaper and tshirt, and hearing him say, "nope," make me wonder where my baby has gone.
But then it progressed into, "Mee, mee, mee," until I would finally answer, then he would say nothing, or want to lope, or stick his fingers into my eyes and other parts of my face. He seems to have this thing where he has to make sure all parts of his face and mine are present and accounted for before he can go to sleep. Did I mention that this is at 1:00 in the morning?
Which eventually progressed to 2:00 in the morning and him bouncing all over the place, looking for his wooden dolphin and the accompanying magnetic fishing pole, and wanting to galavant about the house, and his crying about my wanting to sleep (and my wanting to cry about my wanting to sleep)? The only reason I'm functioning today is that he eventually found solace with my mom. I haven't figured out why he was so perky this morning.
Oh no! Sounds like your little guy had no intention of sleeping last night. Hope you both got some rest!
Posted by: kristi at December 6, 2007 02:33 PM