You know, I understand that Breanna is trying REALLY hard to learn to crawl (and she’s so close that if she does it within the next week I won’t be surprised – first she tries by lifting her butt up and moving her legs. Then she tries by lifting her chest up and moving her arms. As soon as she figures out that she needs to do both at the same time, she’ll be off like a shot.) and it consumes her brain most of the time, unless she’s thinking about how to get me to hold her hands and let her walk all wobbly-like around the living room.
I get it. It’s a near-constant obsession. Great.
BUT WAKING UP AT 4:15 AM IS NOT THE TIME TO PRACTICE. MOMMY IS SLEEPING AT 4:15 AND WE DO NOT TRY TO CRAWL FOR OVER AN HOUR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
She was still awake when George got ready for work and then she fell asleep shortly afterwards, so that means about 5:30 or so (our power went out for about one minute last night so my clock wasn’t working; the only way I could tell the time was to check the weather network on tv and by then I just didn’t care what time it was but George leaves by 5:30 so I had a rough idea).
Luckily Hayley didn’t get up until just a little before 7 so I got a bit of sleep but holy hell, I feel like a zombie right now. Good thing I accidentally fell asleep at 10 last night because I needed that extra hour or two of sleep to deal with the spontaneous wake-up.
YAWN. Can someone make me a coffee?
Come on over—I’ve got a pot brewing and the kids can watch Sesame Street with Ginger. Plus, I just taped Taylor Hicks on the Today show, so we can watch it again and again ; )
Aw Sherry I could have written that myself. Owen is all about the trying to crawl. He tries in his crib in the middle of the night and bashes himelf into sides then wails 🙁 I basically have to sleep with him wrapped in my arms to keep him from sleep crawling. E did the same thing. Hopefully we’ll have crawlers shortly.