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?