I imagine this is what time travel feels like. Except maybe a little drunker….drunker? more drunk? who cares.
Since project “get baby into the crib” we have had every.single.night in the crib from 8pm-7am with one wake up for boobs at 5am. I still can’t believe it. We moved the co-sleeper (magazine rack) out of our room and it all became official. Last night I sat on the couch with B and watched American Idol. That my friends hasn’t happened in maybe 7 months. When I was preg I slept all the time and just wanted to lay down. And for the past 5 months it’s been straight to bed with G. There was no loud talking allowed. No lights allowed. No fast movements allowed. No closing doors or drawers allowed. No burps or farts allowed. And very minimal breathing allowed. Now? It’s a freaking light and sound party. I mean I can turn on both lights AND sounds at 2am if I want. I can stand up and jump on the goddamn bed if it so pleases me. And AND? I can turn up the volume on the tv past level 8. WILD, I KNOW.
B asked me what the best part of our new found freedom was. I told him it was being able to read a magazine. You know, with lights and stuff. I think he expected me to say “quality time with my husband”. But quality time with my husband doesn’t show me the best jeans for a petite hourglass for the spring that recently appeared on Gossip Girl. Sorry B.
Here’s the bonus of it all. G is like a different kid. The drama is WAY toned down. Think more Bethenny and less Jill Zarin. And he’s doing stuff now. Like after the 2nd night of a full nights sleep on his own, he did a full back to tummy to back roll. That’s a big developmental step. It’s like he was begging us all along to let him sleep and we were holding him back. I have a new respect for G. He can do stuff, if I let him.
We’re still working on naps. Changing his schedule has been much harder than I thought. I’m trying to get him past the cat naps and take fewer, longer naps. Although the term “cat nap” is bullshit as my dumb cats sleep all the damn day. And I say dumb because while I’m worrying about G’s naps, B is worrying about Willy figuring out the cat door he put to their litter box. Dumb.
And because I have all this free time now, I obviously made a video of G’s new trick.
PS I like him way more now that he sleeps. True.