So, the Doodlebug is no longer having such spit up problems (and thanks for the reflux suggestions–the doc said as long as he didn’t appear in pain when he spit up, it was okay). He has a new thing. It’s the “must… stay… awake… no… matter… how… tired… I… am…” Those eyelids get heavy, closing to tiny slits. The head begins to nod. The yawns come fast and furious. But, then, suddenly, he realizes, “I could miss something! Must stay awake at all costs!” And, smart little monkey that he is, he understands that the easiest way to stay awake is to scream at the top of his lungs. And the more he screams, the more tired he gets, and the more tired he gets, the more he wants to stay awake, so the more he screams. It’s a joy and an honor to be a part of. I can’t wait to get even when he’s sixteen.
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