The Exciting and Miscellaneous

Oh, little Zekey. Jon and I are sooooo in love with this little person! Last night I heard him cry out, but seemed to settle down soon enough. It's not like him to cry out in the night, and who knows if it was 10 minutes later or two hours later when he cried out again. I got up to see if I could offer him some comfort and as I was rubbing his back I noticed he was soaked. His jammies, bedding, everything. It's probably because Jon and I let him stay up late with us because it's so fun to watch him putter around and jabber to us, and we keep filling up his sippy cup with milk. He wouldn't normally be drinking that much before bed. Needless to say, I started to peel off his layers in the dark, put on a dry diaper, dry PJ's (all I could feel around for were Paisley's) and lay down dry blankets from the closet. That sweet little thing just chuckled happily in the dark as I got him all cleaned up and cozy again. He was happy to lay back down while I rubbed his back. As I was leaning over him in the dark I was tempted to swoop him up in my arms and bring him back to bed with me. But I knew we'd all sleep better if I let him lay. He is getting so big, yet is still so small. He points to his nose, eyes, ears, mouth, hair, head etc. and will repeat. He has the best giggle ever- sort of a throaty Gus-Gus sound. (you know, the mouse from Cinderella) We need to record it.

The side rail of his crib is broken- I tie it together with ribbons and it's been fine, but the kids sometimes lift it up to crawl underneath and play and it get's loosened. I could see there was a little gap and it made me nervous so I tried to untie the ribbons to re-tie, but they were in a tight knot and I got busy doing something else. That night I was sound asleep and suddenly had an image in my head of Zeke's bedroom light flashing on and off. It was so startling it woke me and I was a bit alarmed. I went straight into his room to check on him, and that darn gap was wide open and he was right next to it. I rigged it best as I could right then- then put pillows in the way so he wouldn't get near it until morning. Yes, I made time to fix that first thing.
He's in that stage where he wants to go out front constantly. The backyard will not do. He is always bringing me his boots and coat, and smiling, talking real sweet and happy like he's trying to sweet-talk me. "Go? Go?" Tugging my arm with that sweet face. It is so heart breaking when he realized it's just not going to happen, so I try to let him as much as I can. I stand out there, shivering, while he scoots along on his bike, points at everything, and is just the happiest little guy you've ever seen. Getting him to come inside is another thing. This summer is going to be hard, with the kids running in and out, riding bikes and playing and little Zeke wanting to be a part of it all. He drops everything and runs when that door is open. When it is slammed just before he gets to it, he cries at the window, watching his big brothers play. Soooooo saaaaaad. All the kids have been at this place, and it's no fun. But going on winter walks with him is just precious.