First off. HAPPY 2009! May you be blessed beyond your wildest dreams this year.
Now back to the purpose of this post.
Mr. Max has a new nighttime routine. And it is not one I like.
For the past several weeks, he has decided it is cool to wake up in the middle of the night. Since this is completely out of character for him, Sam and I were very compassionate at first.
What if he is teething? Does he need rocked? Some Tylenol?
Uh, nope. Not it.
What if he is hungry? Let's make a bottle. OK, truth be told. The little man actually acted famished when offered a bottle in the middle of the night. But, let's get real here. The boy has never [ever] refused a meal. And do you think this is a midnight habit I want to keep up?
Uh, nope. Definitely not.
What if he has a dirty diaper? Who wants to sleep in dirty pants? Lets go see. Is that it?
Uh, nope. Checked it.
What if he turned on his belly and can't roll back over? Should we give him a little assist? Roll him back over on his back where he is much more comfortable?
Uh, nope. And bellies are cool to sleep on too.
So what is the little man doing in the wee hours of the morning?
Having a CRIB PARTY.
He talks. He coos. He talks more. He coos more. He rips the bumper off the side of the crib. He plays with his blanket. And talks. And coos. And keeps these shenanigans up for way too long.
So mama has a new bedtime plan:
1. No more night light [sorry buddy]. Max's room is officially going to be pitch black. I don't want that pesky little night light giving him any ideas that it could be morning.
2. No more monitor. Max's door will be open. Our door will be open. The only noise I will be able to hear is a cry. I won't be able to hear the baby bed babble.
So, sweet dreams Mr. Max. Enjoy that crib party. Live it up! Have fun!
As for me? I will be getting a good night sleep tonight.