We had a monumental moment last night; Owen rolled over. The unfortunate part of this story is he decided to try his stunt at 10:45 PM. After which, he stayed up until 1 AM or so. The boy would not go back to sleep. He was just laying there all cockeyed at a 45 degree angle against the side of the crib and wailing his brains out.
First we tried to put him back on his stomach again. We are lying in bed and we hear this thumping noise coming from Owen's room. Wendy says "What is that noise?" I say "Sounds like he is kicking the side of the crib." So I go in and guess what, Owen has rolled over again but this time more successfully. He is just hanging out looking at his mobile. I walk in, he giggles at me and starts to play. This is when I know we are in for trouble and it could be a long night.
Almost 2 and a half hours later with about 97 feedings, Owen is finally getting groggy. Although he caught a second wind and decided to get up on his elbows, lift his head up all the while lying on Wendy's chest. He is cooing away, eyes are wide open and we are both laughing because we have no idea when this will end.
Finally, after his 98th feeding, Mr. O-Monster passes out. Praise the Lord, halleluia, thank you Jesus, Owen is asleep! Let our sleep commence...
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What a boy...keep those parents on their toes !! ma
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