I use to brag about my amazing sleeper. At 6:30 he would be laid softly tucked into his crib and before we knew it he was out. Things aren't going so easily these days. I'm not sure if it's all the new transitions (sleeping in the room with mom, where is daddy?, new bed) or if it is just a phase. Although things aren't going so smoothly in the sleeping department it has given us a few extra
minutes hours to hang out. Here he was Tuesday night being his normal goofy self.
His new thing is to get into my bed and pull the covers up and pretend he is going to sleep. He'll even flutter his eyes closed for a few seconds before popping them open and busting out laughing like he just pulled a fast one on us. It really does crack me up though.
Jack loves to jump and I mean LOVE. For Christmas Santa brought him an inside trampoline and a big outside trampoline. He knows mama doesn't like him jumping on the bed. Whenever I get onto him he'll close his eyes and acts like he can't see me. I've been using the phrase "eye contact" a lot more these days.
Here is a little view of our room (our very little home these days). You see Jack is still standing on the bed and quite close to the edge for this mama. He is one major daredevil. I see ER visits in our future. How I ended up with an all boy kinda boy (know what I mean?) is beyond me. I was very sure I was meant to have a prissy sassy tutu wearing gal but God had other plans. God wanted me on my toes. God wanted me to exercise. God wanted me to laugh until I developed abs.
Is bedtime calm or rowdy at your house? I'd love to hear I'm not alone.