Its 330 am.
I remember a time (not tooooo long ago), when this would be about the time I was just making it to bed. Then I was somehow able to pop up a few hours later and have a productive day, and probably head back out for another late night.
Now, I'm up at 330 because the baby was...then he went down and David was up. Normally Davids nightime wakings don't really get me up, but he slept in his new "blue" room in the big boy bed for the first time last night.
I say "new", but this room has been around for about 8 months. We had it ready before Ben was born so that we could move David into it and Ben into Davids room with the crib. Well, we realized quickly that we slept better knowing that David was safely "caged" at night and not roaming the house freely.
All day yesterday, David was excited to get to sleep in the Blue room...he dragged blanket over from the old room and found his favorite books. But when bedtime came it was a different story.
The realization hit..you guys are leaving?...I'm going to be alone...in here...all night...by myself???? Oh, hell no, that IS NOT happening.
Then came 3 hours of screaming and crying...ACTUAL time = 7 minutes, but it felt like 3 hours. When we knew the day had come to de-crib David, we got a video monitor and it is quickly becoming my new obsession. We watched him wander around his room in the dark (with our camera's night vision goggles - every good spy has them). After the 7 minutes, I couldn't take any more and went in for the rescue...all he needed was to stop and reset. We spent a couple minutes snuggled in a chair and he layed right back down and went to sleep. TA-DA!!!
And now, I am up watching him move around his little bed while he sleeps...this little camera so addictive that I am watching it instead of the 25 hours of tv I have dvr'd since starting nursing school and losing all free time. It's like reality tv toddler-style - without the roses, bug eating, quick fires, backstabbing and over-all trainwrecks - and I'm hooked.
