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We are in the process of preparing to and moving this week and weekend. Therefore, a post of sleeping I thought was apt. Here is one on sleeping with a toddler from earlier this year.
No matter what, it seems to never fail lately. We all get ready for bed. We turn off the lights. We climb into bed. Baby Boy has some milk. Baby Boy twists and turns, says something, has more milk. Baby Boy sits up to look around. Baby Boy has some milk in a leaned-over seated position. Baby Boy starts tapping on one of both of us. Baby Boy starts crawling all over one or both of us.
“Stop!” I say.
Baby Boy has some milk. Baby Boy starts hitting the wall. Baby Boy tires of hitting the wall and crawls on one of our heads. Baby Boy twists and turns, climbing all over. Baby Boy claps his hands. Baby Boy makes noises.
“Lay down and go to sleep” one of us says.
Baby Boy has some milk. I reposition Baby Boy , he contentedly continues drinking. Baby Boy pops up to say something. No one responds. Baby Boy goes back to drinking milk. Baby Boy gets up and starts climbing all over us again.
I turn over, onto my stomach, face the opposite direction and try to go to sleep.
Baby Boy twists and turns, his feet in one of our sides, his head on the other of us. We lay there, pretending to be comfortable, pretending to be asleep in an attempt to trick Baby Boy. Baby Boy kicks and twists and turns and climbs some more. Baby Boy re-positions himself most of his body on the pillows between us.
Baby Boy climbs on me, tugs at me, and starts whining. I turn to give him milk. He twists and turns drinking milk.
Baby Boy pops off again and goes back to head on one of us, feet in the others’ side.
“Stop!” we say. “It’s time to go to sleep. It’s not play time. Lay down. Goodnight.” we say.
Baby Boy is re-positioned again and has some milk.
Finally, he stops kicking, twisting, turning and falls asleep.
Every. Single. Night.
Doesn’t matter if we lay down at a decent hour or we stay up until late. Doesn’t matter if he naps a few hours before bed or not. Doesn’t matter if he wants to go to sleep when we’re getting ready for bed or not. Without fail, Baby Boy does this same routine, with only slight variations, every night. Some nights one or both of us are more frustrated. Some nights it’s warmer and all the movement makes us hot and uncomfortable. Some nights it’s cooler. Most nights, the temperature is just about right. I put covers on Baby Boy, he wants them off. I don’t put covers on, he wants to curl into me. I’m tired….
Then there’s this: