Now, at the risk of sounding trite... I was up until all hours of the night too! But for very different reason. A hint as to the culprit: chunky thighs, can stand without holding on to anything, and no teeth. (I have chunky thighs, but I also have teeth, so guess again!)
This weekend, Mia slept through the night. On Saturday night, she slept from her usual bedtime of 8:30 until around 7 the next morning. B
Let me diverge for a moment to say The Hunger Games movie was excellent, and it definitely lived up to the hype (both created by my head and, you know... everyone else). It was by far my favorite first installment of a major book series to movie adaptation. My only other comparisons are really Harry Potter and Twilight, but still. In my opinion, the first Hunger Games book is the best of the trilogy, unlike the Harry Potters which only get better and better and better. B policy is not to read fiction, so he hadn't read the books, but the story is so exciting, I just knew he would love the story. He did. He immediately snatched up my Kindle when we got home and started reading. (He did the same thing when we came back from watching Half Blood Prince) He has spent the past two evenings ignoring me and making me ridiculously jealous that he is getting to read them for the first time. But I enjoyed the movie immensely, and I am so mad at myself for downing a movie theatre medium Diet Coke during the previews and needing to go peeeeee when they announced the training scores.
No sleep. Right. Mia slept for about an hour while we were out at the Hunger Games, and then nada once we got home. But, that gave us a second night in a row of sleeping through the night. This time, she went down at 8 and woke up at 8. For this Mama taking her extra day off on Monday, it was quite the treat. But, it was not to last.
Yesterday, Mia went down at 8, as usual. But, just as we were settling down to bed around 11, she woke up. She settled down, and just as I was finally falling asleep around midnight, she woke up again. And again. And again. Finally, at 1:30, I tried to lay down with her on the guest bed in her bedroom, but she just wanted to hang out. She was doing all her tricks. Clapping! Giving me a big open-mouthed kiss on the cheek! Playing peekaboo with the sheets! Trying to put her pacifier in my mouth! We did this until 3, when I couldn't handle it anymore and woke B up. They were up together for about 10 minutes, and finally, she was out. I, of course, took another 30 minutes to settle back down.
I am so not used to getting less than 6 hours of sleep.