Apparently, Noah’s New Year’s Resolution was to stop sleeping.
He hasn’t slept past 5:10 am in a week. This morning, he was rarin’ to go at 4:05 am. (I agreed to change his diaper, the first time he’s ever requested it! But I declined the rest of the requests on the grounds of it still being the middle of the night.)
He *is* having some giant leaps in language, so I assume there must be some sort of developmental excitement going on in his brain, and that whenever that “growth spurt” slows down, more normal sleep will return. But that really doesn’t make 4 am that much easier to take.
And the language leap is cool. Most of the time, Noah no longer wants us to parrot back whatever he just said. His sentences are getting longer and more complex, and he’s pretending more often and in more ways.
Having said that, I never previously realized that there is NO OBJECT ON EARTH which cannot be either train tracks or a choo-choo. Stairs. Fingers. CDs. Food. The hem of my pants. Collars, especially knit sweater collars.
Any of you with 2 year olds, or who remember having 2-ish year olds, have any hope to give me?
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Don’t worry Liza, this WILL change. As you know, nothing stays the same with kids and 2 year olds are just the same. Probably some effects of the holidays too.
My Erin (2 in a week) just started being difficult to get to bed after being a doll her whole life thusfar. I know, that’s not as bad as waking up at 5am but then, she did that on Christmas Day – and she didn’t even mention Santa once!
Stock up with coffee and you’ll be back to normal in no time. I promise!
Just remember that at some point, they all turn three!
He’ll probably wait until he’s a teen to compare more intimate body parts to trains (among other things).
That probably doesn’t comfort you much, though.
I can only commiserate. We’re trying to wean Adam off middle-of-the night nursing, so he responded by giving up middle-of-the-night sleeping. Every night, from about midnight until 2 or 3 a.m., or 2-4:40 was this morning’s twist, he lies wide awake, almost unblinking, in our laps (we take turns) as we rock, rock, rock. Or screams in his crib until we cave. Which we do. Weak parents. So I’m going back to nursing. At least that got me back to bed in 20 minutes.
I figure he’ll give up nursing sometime before college, right?
I’m really looking forward to language. Sounds like a lot of fun, and your fella has some good models for vocabulary and debate style.