A few weeks ago, we had a pretty big weekend. First, Grant slept all night. ALL NIGHT. Like, ten consecutive hours of uninterrupted sleep. Second, Grant got his first tooth. Seems counterintuitive to sleeping through the night, right? But those things happened. And third, Miles officially learned how to use the toilet full-time. That was The Trifecta.
But we’ve learned that with all things awesome, there can sometimes be a little catch. A little something unexpected. Or expected. It happens.
The caveats to our trifecta weekend:
Sleeping through the night. In all of Grant’s time on earth, he has slept through the night less than a handful of times (that’s less than five, people). It’s no biggie, really, because we’ve learned that after you have one kid you never, ever sleep the same again. Every sneeze, roll, squeak and meow will awaken you, probably because parents never truly enter REM sleep. It’s the sort of insomnia in which you can fall asleep just fine, but wake up shortly thereafter, and repeatedly throughout the night. Grant settled into the routine of waking up once overnight to eat, and he’s kept that same pattern. Around 2am, I know he’s going to call us to cash in our “ha, you thought you were going to sleep?!” tab. He’s only up long enough to eat, but I often find myself up long enough to watch three episodes of Roseanne (side note: I can tell you TV Land’s entire overnight programming schedule). When Grant did sleep through the night, we relished in the uninterrupted hours (although I woke up twice just to make sure I was actually sleeping) but we did know it was probably a fluke. And it was. One day, he’ll be a teenager and he’ll sleep all night and then some (right? please tell me he’ll sleep one day…) but until then, we exhaustingly enjoy our special time at 2am. Every night. Without fail.
The first tooth. Aah, the first tooth is awesome because IT’S THE FIRST TOOTH! But the first tooth can also make your sweet baby a total asshole. So, there’s the caveat. Grant has been an adorable jerk for a week or so now, and this tooth popping up explains it all.
Learning to use the toilet. This is awesome, right? I mean it’s one less kid in diapers. But it is also a weapon to be used against you. For example, Miles thinks he should get marshmallows every time he poops now. He also manages to make bedtime last a full 45 minutes longer than usual because he knows that we don’t know if he really needs to go to the bathroom and we will naturally respond to every “Moooom, I have to peeee!” by escorting him to the bathroom half a dozen times until he finally gives up and realizes that 1). we aren’t letting him stay up and 2). you do not get marshmallows every time you sit on the toilet. Yes, our lives are controlled by this three foot tall dictator.
All of these things are awesome, and we are super proud. Super tired, but super proud.
I buy Café Bustelo in bulk now.