Up all night

Ryan was surprisingly chipper last night for someone who’d been to the dentist. With his newly-ground teeth, he was one happy clam who had no interest in bedtime. The first time I tried, he flipped over in his sleep sack and crawled to the head of the crib. Then he grabbed the bars above his bumper and pulled himself to his feet.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as he scooted along the crib. He tripped on his sleep sack, got his arm in the slats, and grazed his head on his hanging aquarium. I took him out of the sack and into the living room to let him burn off some energy.

At 11:00 I tried attempt number two and put Ryan back in his bed. Flip. Crawl. Pull up. He was back on his feet in a flash.

“Ryan, come on. Mommy and Daddy are tired. You need to go to sleep.”

He supported himself on his aquarium toy and pressed its play button repeatedly.

“Okay, I guess it’s not bedtime yet.” Back to the living room.

At midnight I was determined that the baby was going to bed. Back in his sleep sack. Back in his crib. Back to his feet. The stinker. He was resting his head against one arm but refused to lie down.

I picked Ryan up and sat with him on the recliner. He was fast asleep within minutes. At 12:30 it was our bed time. Ryan was up at 4:30. He cried loud enough to wake both of us. And there he was, standing again. We were sleep deprived and worried the baby would fall and hurt himself. Gina tried to soothe him but it took a short walk to get Ryan back down. By then my alarm was set to go off in another 20 minutes. I was not pleased with Ryan’s shenanigans.

Gina called at 8:15 after I dragged myself to work.

“Do you want to talk to Boo?” she said. “He’s standing in his crib.”