Bubba ate the dinner of his life last night. Yum! Ben made cookies while dinner was in the works. Bubba couldn't take his eyes (or hands) off them. But the rule was: 1st eat a good dinner, THEN you may have a cookie (or two...or three...or...). It didn't start out well when Bubba decided that he hates celery. But after eating 4 carrots and a monster amount of spaghetti sauce and tortellini as well as 2 glasses of milk, cookies were had by all. And they were delicious.
He got a little wild after dinner (and he weighed at least 1/2 pound more), and then he went to bed. When Ben and I went to bed, I warned Ben that he might need earplugs. Call it mother's intuition, but really, I heard him flopping around in there. I knew he'd be up. At 2:30, my prediction came true. When I went in there, he was sitting up in his crib. He still had his binky (I know, I know...that'll be gone by the time he's 3, I swear!), but I had to dig around for doggy. Armed with those two things, I hugged him, calmed him, and put him back down. He promptly sat up and resumed crying. I put him back down and rubbed his back and left. He started crying again.
Ben decided to get up with him. I'm not sure what sort of magic Ben does in there, but within 2 minutes, Bubba was happy and Ben was back in bed. I'm not sure how long Ben tossed and turned (he has a really hard time falling back asleep once awake in the night), but I zonked right out. I'm not sure why, then, I'm so tired today.
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