Last night, after Lizzie and Drew had both crashed for the night, Mr. Mitch decided he wanted to stay up for a while. He was all fidgety, so I put him in his Exersaucer and checked email and surfed around for a while. Ever since we painted it, my office has been really dark at night, and I just had one lamp on. Mitch loved it — he’d bounce around, find something to chew on, make noise every now and then. And whenever I’d look over at him, he’d look up at me and give me the biggest grin in the world. Too cute.
And then he proceeded to sleep from about 9:30 p.m. to 4 a.m.
I think he’s getting the hang of this sleeping-at-night thing, at last (knock on wood). We’ve had a couple good nights like that, and I’m tentatively hopeful. The trick now is getting him to sleep — his eyes flick open at 7 or 8 p.m. every night and he looks at us like he’s just had a double cappuccino. The kid gets wired right before he crashes.
The nice thing is that his good sleep is helping me get good sleep, and I actually rolled out of bed early and got a couple pages done on the novel, after a week or so away from it. I’m just forging ahead at this point, slapping words down willy-nilly and hoping they make sense. I have to keep reminding myself not to go back, but keep moving ahead. I just have to get the story down right now, even if it’s rough and ugly-looking and a bit smelly sometimes…
Now, to continue this process again tomorrow, and the next day. Later!