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• The Cranky Early Bird

  Axel's an early riser.  He does not seem to be a morning person, though.  He rises at 6:30 and promptly starts screaming.    I'm not sure why he starts yelling.  Is he shocked that the sun's rising earlier and earlier each day?  Angry that he can't see the moon through his window?  Upset that morning means he's going to have to take off his adorable sock monkey pajamas?  Bummed that he's in his crib, with nothing but Good Dog, Carl, a book he's read so often that he could reproduce the pictures in Crayolas if his hand-eye coordination would catch up with his memory, and a stuffed lion that has the same damn straight-mouthed expression on his face every day?    This yelling occurs if he's pooped his pants or if he's saving his poop until sixty seconds before we're ready to rush out the door.  He could be hungry when he wakes up, but the yelling doesn't seem to correlate with a half a multigrain waffle or a four waffle breakfast.   It happens if he's up at 5:45 or if it's one of those rare days when the gods willed him to snooze until 7:00 am.  Read More... Posted Mar 30 2009, 10:48 AM by knockedup with | with 18 comment(s) Filed under: sleep battles, waking up early, sleep disruptions, waking up and yelling, toddlers and sleep

• Sleepless in Denver

  I know I should be thanking the magically delicious shooting stars and purple horseshoes that Axel's sleeping a solid ten hours each night.  And I'm grateful.  It's just that I'd consider animal sacrifice (just a little one, like a goldfish) if it would guarantee that he'd sleep in a little longer, until the sun is higher in the sky than the moon, even until 6:00 or 6:30 am.    Most mornings, I'm on solo baby duty.  My man works 24 hour shifts which, with driving time and the fact that he gets in early and leaves late, mean that he's gone 26+ hours.  So, if he's working, he leaves the house by 5:45.  If he's coming home from work, he gets back at 7:45.  Thus I'm trying to walk the dog and dress myself and dress the baby and feed the baby and possibly run a couple miles before work and make sure my sweater doesn't have boogers on it and get the bottles and diapers and my work crap in the car and a squirming baby in his car seat and, well, you get the picture.  It's just a little bit chaotic.  There's a lot of tripping over the cat and wearing of socks that don't match.   Almost every morning between 5 and 5:15, Axel makes his first peep, and I beg him (silently, from the other room) to just sleep in a little longer, so that I can sleep a little more and/or shower in peace.  And every morning, Axel decides that 5:30 is the perfect time to get up and at 'em, and get the proverbial worm and all that.  He's got important things to do.  He can't just lounge around in bed all day.  Hey, lazybones mama, he calls, get moving!   There are enough worms to go around, I want to tell him, and you can still dig up a whole mess of them if you just give me fifteen more minutes.  Read More... Posted Sep 17 2008, 09:54 PM by knockedup with | with 25 comment(s) Filed under: sleep battles, sleep, sleeping in, early riser, waking up early