This morning Jack and his dad woke up at about the same time. Lewis gets up at about 5:30 every day to go to school. Usually I will wake up long enough to wake him up and then I will go back to sleep because Jack has only slept through the night once (which is once more than he had when I wrote the last post) and I'm tired at 5:30 in the morning. Usually, if Jack wakes up at this time, I will feed him and put him back to sleep. And when I say usually, I mean every time until today.
Today Jack woke up and squawked. So I went to check on him. When I poked my head in, he appeared to still be sleeping, so I went back to my own bed. A few minutes later I heard a really odd sound coming through the baby monitor. I don't really know how to describe it, but it sounded creepy and it was clearly coming from my child's room.
Oh, how long our hallway seemed as I raced down it towards Jack's nursery. I was ready to lay the smack down. The crazy ax-murderer that I was sure was hunched over my baby's crib had picked the wrong mother bear to threaten.
Of course there was no crazy ax-murderer. Everything was exactly as it appeared to be the last time I looked in here, mere minutes before. But I heard the sound nonetheless so I walked to the center of the room to investigate.
In the darkness I spotted Jack's bright eyes peering up at me from his mattress. He was wide awake with his left arm curled around the crib slats, and his little hand was tapping away at one of them. This was the source of the exceedingly creepy noise.
As I picked him up, Jack gave me a huge smile. I had no problem sacrificing a few minutes sleep for my little monkey, so I took him back to my room and fed him, expecting him to fall back asleep right away. Except he didn't. Lewis got to play with him a little bit before leaving for work, though, so... yay.
And now I'm really tired. But at least there's no crazy ax-murderer in my house.
|Jack and I played with Photo Booth today.|