Last month, we were having real issues with Little Bear and his sleep cycles. That is, he was up at 5:30AM as if he set an alarm. This is not ideal. Pretty much, no matter when we sent him to bed (earlier, later, normal times), he was up at the same time and ready to go, usually with a night diaper full of stuff. (In retrospect, maybe it was his eating times that were doing it… but, I digress.)
Over the past week or so, he’s been sleeping later and later, frequently to 7:30 or 8:00. We’ve been putting him to bed a little bit later, usually closer to 8:30, and I have to say that it’s been nice. It’s no fun to have him turn into a pumpkin at 7:00PM, particularly since I don’t get home from work until after 5. It’s been a bit harder getting him to bed at night. He’s frequently up once or twice between 8:30 and 10, acting like normal Little Bear: “Need to go potty!” That is significantly more acceptable than having to get up at 5:30 every single morning.
The Baby is starting to settle his schedule quite a bit. He’s taking a reliable morning nap, a reliable afternoon nap, and a reliable evening nap before bedtime. (What a life, huh?) He’s even gotten to the point where we can put him down in his crib or in bed or in the pack’n’play for big chunks of his nap! He still generally prefers to have people as a bed, but he’s getting better about it.
The Boy, on the other hand, is… well… The Boy. He needs his daddy time at night, including stories and snuggling. I’ve been trying to leave the room while he’s still awake so he gets used to it, but it has mixed results. 7 nights out of 10, he says, “Turn the light off, please,” and goes to sleep. This week has been the other three nights: hours of fits, crying, screaming, and complete inconsonability. (Is that a word?) Ironically, he’s been comfortable and relaxed if I’ve run on the elliptical machine next door to his room, and that’s calmed him down sometimes.
I know I’ll miss the intimacy of having bedtime with my boys when they’re older. I do eventually want grown-up time, though. That is a bit of an exaggeration, I guess; they’re pretty good, most of the time. It’s just nights like the last couple, when I’ve had a million things on my mind, it gets challenging.
I do understand that that’s why he’s acting up – when I’m distracted and paying attention to other things, that’s when he tries anything to gain my attention. He’s My Boy, and he saves all of his best fits for me. I get that, and I hope that, in later life, I’ve been patient enough.
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