Seamus has moved out of his crib.
A few months ago we gave this a try, but after a few middle of the night fiascoes of Seamus crawling into our bed and jibber-jabbing at the same time as Declan waking up to nurse (all the while trying to keep it quiet so as not to wake up my husband) I cried uncle and put him back into his crib.
There he stayed.
Until two weeks ago, when I woke up to him in my face saying “guuuummm” in his typical mono-toned baritone.
He was also chomping on a piece of guuuummm. In my face.
I thought maybe it was a fluke, this crawling out of the crib. But the next morning, at 6 a.m., I was woken by a bag of cereal being hurled at me.
“Just a moment, Do (his nickname; I know… I hope he forgives us one day. It’s actually how he says Doodle, which was what I have always called him), let me wake up.”
In the meantime, Declan woke up and needed to nurse. Perfect excuse for me to take my time getting up. Unfortunately, I spent some of that time in twilight – that half awake/half asleep stage.
“Okay, Do. I’m comin’” (slowly… very slowly coming…).
I shuffle into the kitchen and what awaits me?
(oh, how I wish my sleeping brain had thought to grab the camera)
Lined up on the counter was
1) the bag of cereal (I was earlier
accosted whacked smacked hit with)
2) the jug of milk (!!!!!)
3) a bowl
4) a scoop of sugar (!!!!!)
5) a spoon
So now I am faced with the reality that I must be getting myself to bed earlier and get myself up at the crack of dawn to ensure that destruction of my home does not occur while I slumber.