You know, I was just about to write something about how Kellan had been sleeping better and only woke up one or two times the past few nights and everything is getting better….and then?
MIDNIGHT TO WHO KNOWS WHEN.
This kid may not be crying when he’s bright eyed and bushy tailed during the wee hours of You’re Supposed To Be Asleep, he is instead kicking and rolling and slapping the covers and wanting to nurse, not wanting to nurse, “switch sides” (as in, the boob? Empty. Switch, please).
Begin broken record: “Kellan, please go. to. sleep.”
He will be 18 months in a few days and I am feeling every second if the sleep regression.
So, yah. Kellan is 18 months old, um, today. Obviously I failed to finish my thoughts from the previous bit of writing effort.
Let’s just say that last night?
Will tonight be the same?
On a completely different note, he’s 100% mobile – finally! – and can now climb up the stairs by himself, even though he will whimper and say, “Tough. Help please. Mommy hand.” at the last step because he doesn’t have anything to hold onto to push down on to assist in leverage. He can do it, but it’s quite the struggle.
He’s also starting to talk in 2- and3-word sentences. Just the other night he handed a washcloth to Tim during his bath and said, “Have it.”
It took Tim a minute to digest what was happening before he reacted and took the washcloth that Kellan was giving to him. The same thing happened to me this morning when Kellan looked at me and said, “Ready?”
I was like, “Huh?”
Then, I realized he had a ball and was asking me if I was ready to catch it. Once I said, “Yes, I’m ready,” he threw it to me.
Our minds are blown pretty much daily ’round here.