For example, Henry can fall asleep, sitting up in his highchair with a mouthful of sweet potatoes. However, at 2 AM it seems, its a wide-eyed smiley "I'm up Mom!" baby.
Or he will nap through the dogs barking at the UPS man, (which tends to be a lot of very loud barking) but somehow can't manage to ignore when I step on that stupid squeaky floorboard at 3AM as I try to oh-so-quietly back away from his crib.
One night he can survive on an incredible 4 hours of sleep, with only a few 20 minute naps the next day (which may I add-- I cannot!) and the next night he can miraculously sleep for 7 hours sleep (hallelujah!) with two this-must-be-what-heaven-is-like length naps.
He'll fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position in his jumpy. And of course Mommy wants to save him so he can have a more comfortable nap. But as soon as I touch him, nap time is over.
I'll venture to my own bed, after convincing myself that he MUST be actually sleeping for the night, I haven't heard a peep in 45 minutes. And then LITERALLY the minute my head hits the pillow I hear that little squawk. Clearly this is proof babies are born with ESP.
As a girl I know so aptly put it, "They're not comfortable until your uncomfortable. Their not awake until your asleep. And their not asleep, until it's time for you to get up."
Sometimes I think how great it'd be to be in Henry's situation. Then I remind myself that I WAS at one point-- when my mom did all of this for me. Sheesh I was lucky... that was the life!
But it's sort of funny how when I walk into his room, and see him looking up, recognizing me and smiling at me even though, God only knows what time it is and we've been through this 3 times already tonight, he still manages to melt my heart.
Love you little Henry.

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