March 19, 2013

Well Luke is now hosting midnight sing-a-longs in his crib.  We usually wake up around 12:30 or 1am and he's cooing, squealing, and thumping away, sometimes for close to an hour.  With Levi, I would just turn down the volume on the monitor so I could doze but still hear him if he ramped it up and started crying.  Luke, however, is right outside our door, so we are privy to every breathy coo, excited screech, and jubilant mattress-thump.

I don't normally let any eyes other than dearly beloved family into our upstairs, because it's really the least favorite part of our house (badly-needing-to-be-replaced carpet, funky lighting, mishmashed furniture, etc), but why carry any pretense?  Just so you have a visual, here's Luke's "bedroom:"

I'm standing next to the top of our stairs.  Our upstairs is a half-story that is pretty much all our bedroom. He gets that little corner. We shut the door to our bedroom at night to keep it cold in our room and warm out where he is.  He'll move in with Levi at some point.

Anyway, last night during his midnight soiree Matt and I both badly needed to empty our bladders.  This is one of the many times we both wished we had a fancy master bedroom with a bathroom.  But no, our one and only is downstairs.  

So we both got up at the same time, and I'm not kidding - crawled on our hands and knees past Luke.  You could hear him leaning over to see who was there, but since he didn't hoot, that means he wasn't entirely "on" to us.  Had he hooted, it would have been all over.  But we made it to the bathroom and back, he continued his sing-a-long, and then went back to sleep.

Well then. In other news....not much is new.  Levi helped me make dinner this morning.  I made calico beans off a Pinterest recipe and polenta bread and he rinsed Luke's bottles and we listened to the radio.  Luke was sleeping.  It was fun. :)

Luke finally figured out how to jump in his saucer.  Great fun.

Just an afternoon.  Levi reading to his increasingly beloved Soft Doggy (we're creative with names, huh), and Luke madly wishing he could sit up so well.  He's getting there quickly, though.

 

I spent some time this evening boxing up more clothes that Luke has outgrown, as well as some of that little-little baby stuff that he doesn't need anymore.  For the first time, I actually felt a little sad that the little-little baby season in our life is over.  Not really sad. Just a little.  Then I stood back and saw the extra space in the basement and the sadness passed.  We really look forward to regular sleep, and two rambunctious little boys playing together.