He woke me up with a cry at 3:15 am.
By 4 am, I had fed him twice, changed 2 diapers full of poo-poo, and a nappy. Junior has this magical way of getting around nappies. This time, he managed to poo a whole lot – and keep his diaper clean. How he got the goo through the back of the diaper and onto his whole back, is beyond me. I’m just hoping I got it all cleaned up with my eyes half open. I guess I’ll get to know in the morning.
Now I’m sure that he’s done all he could and soo looking forward to going back to bed. But the little fellow has other plans. After I burp him and try tp put him to bed, he opens his eyes. Nice and wide and all bright and eager. He smiles. And starts moving his feet, pushing against me, trying to get out of my grasp… Sigh. He’s all awake and ready to play.
I put him down and let him play. He’s cycling furiously. And also conducting an orchestra. He’s created a new sport. 🙂 He’s moving his mouth, as if talking to me. And smiling. And cooing. Cooing is new to him. So far the only sounds he’s made are wailing and growling. I am thrilled. I watch on enthralled as he plays.
He vehemently hates his blanket. It gets in the way of his cycling. He always manages to kick it off, no matter how I tuck it in. So I go looking for his pyjamas. By the time I’m back, he’s wet another nappy. And then smiles and gurgles at me as I sigh. Another nappy change. And then I struggle to get the pyjamas and socks onto him as he cycles away. He gives me a wide toothless grin as I struggle.
I’m getting better at handling him. I can now hold him with one hand, while I get a glass of milk for myself with the other hand. All his cycling has made me hungry. He sits playing in my lap as I quickly gulp down some milk and biscuits. My.. that was a first. I guess I better get used to it. As he gets older, I’m going to have to hold him / pin him down with one hand while I eat and do all the house work.
I just wonder, what will it be like if I take him to work… am grinning at the thought of what he’d do to the key board.
It’s 5 am. The little fellow is tired. And so am I. He’s yawning. His eyes are closing. But he awakes in starts and cycles again. He’s getting restless. He cant decide. He wants to sleep.. but he also wants to play. What to do.. the toughest decision yet of his whole life…
I pick him up and hold him against me. I rock him to sleep….
I sooo love it when he falls asleep in my arms. Its the best feeling in the world.
I loved our play date little one. Just you and me. Our special time. As late night turns into early morning, and the whole world is still asleep…