Sleeping in a little late. . . and so happy to finally be sleeping through the night.
After almost three years, Luke is content to sleep in his converted crib. . . his little big boy bed.
Able to turn on his birdies when he wakes in the night (or after kablump! falling out of bed as he learns his new boundries).
He woke so at odds with the world and me yesterday. Fighting off yet another head cold. . . recovering from missed naps and seeing so many different people this weekend. . . I spent the day wondering how we could continue this way. Whining and tantrums. . . unconquerable toddler expectations of his toys and the way he thought the world should be. . .
And we went to retrieve Jack from school. . . A quiet filled the backseat. . . and I turned back to see that fog glazing his eyes. . . And he was asleep before we made it home.
The little boy who refused to nap, now naps happily on the living room floor or couch. . . And napped three hours yesterday. . .
Waking with a smile. And pleasant. . .
A little boy who joined us at the dinner table and asked for noodles (mac and cheese). . . And ate a second helping. . . while chatting in his little boy way about his little boy world.
Who wanted to play outside.
Got a haircut (a good one, too).
Ate a bag of cereal, some fruit snacks, popcorn, and fruit loops. . .
Where's Frankie? Frankie seepin. . .
Then laid on the couch with Dada and Mama happily watching some evening tv.
And the world is looking brighter this morning. Especially after such a rocky start yesterday.
Hope that fills our home with sunshine. . .