it goes without saying that the morning that you can sleep in is the morning that your toddler decides to arise at 330!! he didn't have a nap yesterday so he crashed at 630. fortunately, he is well rested and we were struggling...now i'm awake and so far so good, i'm alright.
this morning some of the funniest things ever happened. max laid with us in bed and he really wanted me to "hold him", meaning my arm resting over him. he was doing well but couldn't fall back asleep. my mind just started wondering about our house...i thought he was asleep so i started to doze off. he wasn't asleep at all. if i moved he would say, "mummy, hold me." so i would. eventually, this became exhausting...finally, i said,
"max go play in your room."
"ok, but i'm bringing the baby."
"that's fine. just be careful"
(he loves "taking the baby" from my belly button and playing with her)
"ok, mama. i won't drop her."
"read some stories in your bed"
"ok, i will"
(i hear him reading and doze off. about 30 min later he's upset trying to calm her down)
"oh no, she's starving. what do i do? i don't have milk here. oh, no, mama, she's
crying because she's so hungry. oh my goodness, what can i give her? she's staaarrving"
"max, get her bottle in your toy box"
"she doesn't want it....and i'm hungry too. starving actually"
(we come downstairs, he wants to carry her down the stairs, i tell him that she needs to ride in my belly down the stairs. he holds my stomach the entire way down.)
"mama, she wants some crunch, i mean i want some crunch, she want's some milk"
(i sneak to the bathroom and hear the refrigerator door)
"oops, i hit the baby with the milk. sorry baby."
(i come out of the bathroom)
"i hit the baby with the milk"
"is she ok?"
"yes, but she is starving"
i wanted to laugh so badly but he was so serious, i didn't want to laugh in his face.
i'm so glad i was awake for it...