So, Jack's birthday is right around the corner, and if I hadn't been keeping track, I might think he was turning two instead of one. Thursday morning he woke up at about 6:30 and when I went in to get him from his crib he said, "Mama! Mama!" And he gave me a big hug. I snuggled with him on the rocking chair and I said, "Do you want some milk?" No, he didn't, and he told me by shaking his head no. Awww, so cute. And really, who would be hungry at 6:30 am when they had just eaten at 4:45am?
This morning I am happy to announce that my little angel slept until 6am straight through the night. I was so confused when I woke up - what time is it? did I forget to set the alarm? where am I? I remembered dreams for the first time in a year. Crazy, weird dreams. And this morning Jack ate and then slid off my lap to start playing. I sat there, blissfully imagining a productive work day where my head didn't hit the keyboard at any point in time. And then I said, "Jack, do you want to get dressed?"
He shook his head "no".
Other questions posed to Jack today:
Do you want some milk before dinner? No.
Are you hungry? No.
Do you want some more? No.
Do you want to get down? No.
And so on.
So now that he waves, high fives (sometimes), says "Dada" and "Mama", says "nom nom nom" when he wants to eat, and shakes his head no, we are all working on teaching the little gentleman to say, "Yes."
And at daycare they are teaching him to blow kisses, and if he learns that, I'll probably forgive everything else for a while.