No Sleep, EVER.

7:30 PM: Landon goes down for the night.
10:00- I finally wind down after catching up on some things, taking a shower and jump into bed. Not even ten minutes later Landon decides it is a great time to wake up. Oh gosh. He does go back to sleep in a timely fashion, though. Good. Maybe tonight he will sleep well??!!! HA!
12:30- Landon decides to squirm around a bit in his crib and, Lord help me, I wake up (of course) to ANY little peep. He can't quite decide if he want a couple hits of his bottle- so at...
12:45 he is finally (really) asleep.
1:34- Landon wakes up. I think it is too cold. So, after patting his back for a couple of minutes to make sure he is back asleep, I turn up the heater a couple of degrees. LITERALLY, only a couple. I swear.
2:45-The dogs start barking. "SHUT UP!" I want to yell. "Can you be any louder?! Don't you know my baby is sleeping!!" Oh gosh- is that him I hear? I have no idea if it was or not because I'm already drifting off to slllleee...........zzzzzz.
3:30ish- This time when Landon wakes up he is standing up. I'm pretty sure I'm sweating. What? Why is it so stinking hot in here?! He is grasping the edge of his crib and crying with his eyes slammed all the way shut. I swear he is doing this for fun. ha. I lay there for a couple of seconds. I can't take his crying this early in the morning for long- I feel too bad anyhow. Really, at this point I do feel bad. Brad is silent. I peek over at him. Shoot. How can he still be asleep?? Well, a bottle later and Landon is happy as a clam with his little soft breathing and twitchy toes. PLEASE, God, please let him sleep for a while! Meanwhile I feel the need to open every window in the house.. I only turned the heat up two degrees! SERIOUSLY! What in the world?! Brad is practically off the bed at this point with no covers on... and I'm sweating half to death. So I go and turn the thermostat back down.
5:00- Is that my baby?
5:01- Throwing back the covers I practically stomp over to the crib. Seriously?! How can Brad not hear it? I instantly regret feeling angry as I see his little face peeking up at me with his practically white knuckles gripping the edge of the crib. Ok, you won again. Is it just me or is it cold in here now? (Resisting the urge to turn up the heat...)
7:34- (Almost literally on the nose every morning... I can't even begin to know why) I hear giggling. I clamp my eyes shut as long as I can. He starts to smack his open palms on the edge of the crib. "Momma" then... "Dada" is whispered. More smacking on the crib. Then all is quiet. I think, "Do I even dare look at him? Maybe he went back to sleep on his own!" My curiosity is getting the better of me as I take a peek. He instantly flashes me this HUGE toothless grin from between the bars of the crib and says "MOMMA!" In a much louder tone. He stands up and beets on the edge of the crib again. My eyes have crusties and I think I have (drool? Spilled milk, worse?) on my shirt... my eyes refuse to focus but one thing I know....

I pick up my little man and my heart is instantly full. Instantly happy. And Instantly awake. Sleep is over rated, right?

He is my whole world, my #1 fan, the one that I can never get tired of seeing throughout the day. Even though he doesn't sleep well at night- I will gladly get up with him because I love him. I love everything that little boy is. Dirty, stinky and even ornery at times... he is the one that makes my life complete. To see him discover new things- to take joy in some of the smallest details. This, THIS, is what it's all about. THIS is the feeling I really do love! I might look like hell the next morning- heck, even into the afternoon- but I feel honored to take care of the cutest little boy in the world.

Even when 7:30 comes around the next night... I know that it will bring sunshine- in the form of a little Landon.