Last night I put CootieBoy to bed and he went down perfectly. He snuggled against me for a moment, then once I laid him down he flipped onto his belly, took a deep breath and let out a sigh, and promptly settled down for a good night’s sleep.
Going back downstairs I said to Denis, “Wow, he went right down – we’re very lucky to have two really good sleepers.” I paused, then quickly tapped the table next to me and said, “Knock on wood, I probably shouldn’t have said that.”
Boy did I get that right.
Last night CootieGirl woke up around midnight (I think – Denis was the one that actually went and got her) and was pretty much up for the next four hours. She screamed, cried, laughed, played, kicked, pushed, wandered the hallway (yes the gate was up and all doors were closed to limit her wandering), and generally didn’t want to sleep. Denis had changed her diaper when she first woke up, thinking that she might settle back down in a clean diaper, but that was not the case at all.
Finally, at four a.m. I was fed up and tired, so I got out of bed, grabbed her in my arms, put her on our bed and with much irritation and anger I said, “CootieGirl, you stay in that bed and go to sleep.”
Well, she screamed and had a fit but once I got back in bed and turned my back on her she settled and I believe she was asleep within ten minutes.
And then my alarm went off two hours later. Grrrrr…..
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