I don’t know what got into Ethan last night, but it was SO difficult to put him to bed. After his warm bath at about 9p.m., I breastfed him. Under normal circumstances, he would be in dreamland in about 15 minutes or less. Last night, he decided that he still wanted to play. He hopped down from my lap after he had his milk, then he walked over to his toys and began playing with his colored blocks. I cajoled him to go to bed, but he refused. Instead, he chose to walk around the house babbling incoherently, eyes wide awake, mind you! After some time, I decided to take him into our room and make him sleep there instead (this plan worked before). But instead of falling asleep on our comfy bed, he preferred to roll around, crawl around and even walk around the room… so much for my plan! I had to wait for him to tire himself out, I thought. I even asked Pete to pretend to sleep on the bed with Ethan and I to see if our boy would want to sleep too. But Ethan was adamant he wanted to play still…. so Pete decided to take him out into the living room, while I did the laundry and some cleaning up.
Finally, we noticed that Ethan had a hint of eyebags which denoted he was ready for bed, but still he was *conversing* with us loudly and excitedly. I took him into the room anyway, and he fell asleep after 10 minutes! It was already past 11:00p.m. then.
Ethan woke up in the middle of the night, but I was not stirred from my sleep at all, until Ethan called “Mommeeee!” clearly. That got me right out of bed – well, Pete brought Ethan to me la. Hehe… well, actually I had no recollection of the incident in the middle of the night, except for the “Mommeeee!” part. Pete, who can wake up at the drop of a pin, was the one who told me what happened.