Last night, we had Abby and Rocky over for dinner. Noah, first of all fell out of the bathtub and has a nice shiner over his right eye (his left eye is already a little black from heaven's knows what he banged into). He looks like a boxer who was on the bad end of a fight. He is so much faster than I am these days in getting into trouble, I just feel like the clean-up crew...and he is CLIMBING everything.
We put him to bed and turned on the monitor, but didn't hear anything. Well, when Abby and Rocky left, I went into check on him as usual. I couldn't get the door open because there was something blocking it...yep, that would be my son, who was sleeping soundly at the base of the door. He didn't even stir as I transferred him up to his own bed. Silly kid.
What's more is that at 5am this morning, I swore I heard him tapping on the door. So I got up, went in there to see and he was still laying in bed. He of course woke up when I went in there though. I tucked him in, covered him and left. A few minutes later, I swore again that he was now awake because I had just been in there. I go BACK in...and again...he is sound asleep. I have become a paranoid freak...and one that is not getting enough sleep.
Dave thinks we should shut the door all the way, and also turn off the monitor (my downfall because I wake up to the slightest stirring). Noah is good enough that he will play with toys or cry out if he really wants out of his room. I am so tired after doing this for a few weeks, I am ready to say yes to about anything. I can't blame anyone but myself, but something has to give.