So, apparently Max only napped for about an hour(ish) total at daycare yesterday…which made for a very tired little boy by the time I got home from work. By the time he attempted to use my butt as a very large, soft pillow mid climb while we were wrestling on the floor, I figured it was time to move on to dinner so he could get to bed early. I’ve seen adorable photos of babies/kids falling asleep mid-meal. Not this guy. He got most of the way through and decided enough was enough – then came the crocodile tears. Now, he typically doesn’t cry if I’m near him and paying attention to him, so this was new. By the time I got him out of his chair, cleaned up, and ready for bed, he was in full meltdown mode. Luckily, Sam was kind enough to make his bedtime bottle while I won the Battle of the Footie Pajamas. By 6:30, there was a bottle in his mouth; and by 6:45, his eyes were closed. Which meant that by 9:00, his eyes were open and full of tears, once again. Sam and I struggled for this first time with a baby who was so over tired he was fighting sleep. After another bottle and more hugs, he eventually was asleep for good about 10:15 – with a few slight hiccups during the night about midnight and 3:00am (but he self-soothed and fell back asleep without us).
Today was a new day, and he woke up at 6:15 with a smile on his face ready to tackle another day at daycare with this friends.