I’m still standing

Walked into Calliope’s room today after a few minutes of her whining… she was supposed to be napping and the morning nap is usually her best (read longest and most productive for me).  For whatever reason today, she decided to wake up after about an hour, which is about half the normal morning nap… ugh… so i traipse into her room to find her peering over the side of the miniature crib she is in just babbling away about god knows what, AND with a paci in her mouth.  I nearly fell over in astonishment, but as it is, I’m still standing.

Today was our first day with the new babysitter Sara.  She was coming around 10 to have an hour of uninterrupted explanation of “how we do things”.  Of course, Calliope was not going along with the schedule and was once again making enough noise in her crib for me to realize she wasn’t sleeping.  This, not even five minutes after Sara walked in.  Her timing really is amazing.  But even more amazing was the fact that when we went in there to get her, there she was again, peering over the edge, happy as a pig in mud, knuckles white from grasping so hard at the side, and ready to get up out of bed!

So, as is the case 90% of the time, she got her way and had a half ass nap this morning.  We made up for it later (and now) but we are generally ahead of the regular schedule and when Michael comes home to relieve me (pool night, yay!) he’ll be happy to know she is going to bed on time tonight.  A welcome gift after a long day of work, I’m sure!

As a surprise, I’m going to not tell him about the standing in the crib.  I hope he experiences it himself “for the first time”.  Plus, I’m curious as to whether he will be standing afterwards!!  Love you honey.

Mlove