I am exhausted. It’s a three coffee cup and two lines of coke kind of morning. But they generally frown on breastfeeding women drinking more than two caffeinated beverages a day, and I don’t think they’re all too keen on cocaine use either. And it sucks – because few people could use the pep more than the mother of an infant. An infant who is trying to wean himself from the need to sleep.
Noah has been waking up promptly at 5:20 am for the better part of two weeks now. I think maybe he got himself a job and is trying to report for duty at 6 am, but unfortunately he forgot to send us the memo. Maybe he assumed they would have told us when they called for his references.
He’s also been very restless at night. I’m sure he’s waking up more often than usual because he heard the doctor tell us that he shouldn’t be waking up at all in the night. He’s obviously got something to prove. “Hey Doc, why don’t you leave my sleeping schedule to me? I know what I’m doing here. Give the advice a rest.”
Yawn. Anyway, I don’t have too much to report. I forgot to mention that over the weekend Noah climbed the stairs from the second floor to our third floor bedroom. Mark showed him how to climb the first step, Noah mastered it instantly and hauled himself all the way up to the top – with Mark ready to catch him if he slipped. Mark wanted to see if he could climb the steps because the development book says he could and also because our friend Julie said her second daughter hated being gated in so they had to teach her how to climb up and down the steps when she was very small. Of course while Noah was scaling the heights to get to our bedroom we couldn’t help but think we might be shooting ourselves in the foot by teaching him how to climb. And we’re probably right. We’ve already caught him standing up, holding onto a chair and lifting his one leg like he wanted to climb up on it. It’s no time before this kid is rigging up web shooters to scale the walls like Spiderman. A robot Spiderman that never requires sleep.