Last night our little boy woke up at 12am. That is actually fairly unusual these days. He normally sleeps till about 3am and then does a stint of rolling onto his hand and knees and waking up and me rolling him back. We play that game for about 1/2 hour and he goes back to sleep till 6am. It's not a bad system. It could improve, but I can live with it.
Last night he woke up at 12am.
Wide awake. Arms and legs waving about in the air. Eyes wide open, looking at everything.
I was tired, and didn't feel like a long drawn out battle. So, I brought him into the lounge room and we lay down together on the doona. He gurgled away and whacked one of his toys with the enthusiasm which tires an adult just by observing it.
I went into one of those micro-sleeps you do when you are very tired. When I woke up he had turned himself onto his hands and knees practically on top of me, so his face was right next to mine. When I opened my eyes, startled, he burst into peals of laughter.
The incongruity of the situation made me laugh. Which made him start giggling infectiously. Which... well, you get the idea.
So, there we lay on the floor in the middle of the night, laughing out loud. It was extremely fun.
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