I’m TRYING to sleep

I am entering the stage of life where half my conversation topics revolve around cute things my child has said recently. (Seeing as I’m pregnant, the other half are currently unmentionable bodily functions.) Grey’s language is really starting to develop and flower. He keeps surprising me with the words he knows and the concepts he expresses. He’s moving beyond the basic communication of needs and wants and into the realms of ideas. It is unutterably thrilling to hear your child communicate a thought that came from his own fresh and fruitful perspective.

So on to the anecdote. Monday nights are our game night. Grey stays up for dinner, maybe rolls a few dice with us, and then gets put to bed. Sometimes he even stays there. Anyway, last night held true to form and I put Grey to bed. It was a warm and muggy night last night, so the windows were open on both floors, and Grey’s room is right above the dining room. Our games happen to include rather significant amounts of, well, laughter and joking. About 20 minutes after he’d been put to bed, Grey came to the top of the stairs and yelled down at us that we were being too noisy. A. went upstairs to close the windows so Grey wouldn’t be disturbed. He came back, laughing.

Apparently my son, who doesn’t usually object to goofing off after bedtime, put his hands on his hips and firmly told his father, “Stop laughing. It not funny. I trying  to sleep!”

To the child’s credit, he did then go to sleep, and stayed that way until 7:30 this morning. Ah, blessed sleep!

This morning was our second morning in the “Big Boy” carseat. I wanted to take a picture of the car while it was, you know, clean. This seems worth preserving for posterity. Grey said, “Hi Grandma!” right before this picture was taken, and wanted to know why Grandma didn’t say hi back. Given the crossover between cell phones and digital cameras, he might have had a reasonable expectation. Anyway, “Hi grandma!”

Hi Grandma!
"Hi Grandma!"

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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