First of all, I want to apologize for the overwhelming case of SICTA (Stuff I Can’t Talk About) going on right now. Let’s just say I’m working to resolve a few things that concern the blog, but I’ll try not to let that interfere with quality posts about offensive t-shirts and my son’s bowel movements.
But moving on, I’d like to discuss a new phenomenon in our household. It only happens in the wee hours of the morning when MJ and I are finally fast asleep. At first, I hear it in my dreams. Distant in the beginning but then getting progressively louder. Then I find myself wiping the sleep out of my eyes, waking up and saying “Not again.”
That’s right…Will has started waking up in the middle of the night to have a conversation with himself. A long conversation. A noisy conversation. A conversation that lasts up to an hour and consists of him squealing, squeaking, squirming, yelling, laughing and kicking the side of his crib until he falls back asleep.
The first time it happened I was scared to death. I ran in there expecting him to be hurt or on the verge of being abducted. But when I got there, he just looked at me as if to say “What’s your problem? I’m entertaining myself here.” And sure enough, he was happy as a clam just talking to himself and exercising his vocal cords. Although the crib kicking might have to stop because damn that kid is strong. He really starts thumping that thing to the point where it sounds like someone is outside banging on the door.
And his nightly performances are getting louder and longer.
I hear it’s a common thing for kids his age, and thankfully I have also been told it passes relatively quickly. Although I have to admit last night, I stayed up for awhile and just enjoyed it. It was endearing because I could tell he was just exploring his voice and having fun. I chuckled when he hit his crescendo and peaked with a caucophany of devilish, high-pitched laughs that caused the dog to bark.
Having a baby sure isn’t easy but it’s pretty damn fun!