So for the past few nights, an interesting event has been repeating itself in our house. I wake up in the middle of the night to the sounds of music playing in my bedroom. At first, I'm still so sleepy, so I just lay there and enjoy the music. Ten seconds later, semi-rational thought kicks in, and I realize the music isn't actually in my bedroom, but is coming through the monitor, from the baby's bedroom. Where there should be total silence, since we don't play the radio at night. My first thought is that an evil gang of musical burglars has broken into our house and is currently in the nursery, stealing our stuff while serenading the baby. This thought is so overpowering that three nights in a row I have shot straight out of bed and sprinted into the baby's room, only to find the baby (alone- no burglars in sight), wide awake and grinning at me, listening to the mobile music which he has turned on with his feet. Seriously, he turns the button on with his crafty little toes. Oh, and he thinks it's sooooo funny when I go rushing in there just to find him relaxing, listening to some tunes. He is such a pip. Unfortunately, he's also totally awake and it has been taking me close to an hour to get him back down to sleep. Oh well. You'd better believe the first thing I did this morning was to take down the mobile. We need our sleep! 3 am is no time for a baby dance party. I hope this isn't a foreshadowing of his teenage years, otherwise JC and I are in big time trouble!
Oh, and PS- we are feeling much better over here. The river coming out of Gray's nose has slowed to a trickle, and my (self-diagnosed) sinus infection seems to be easing up a bit. JC and Stella remain, as always, hale and hearty.
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