I said "Jaaaackson, wanna take a bath?" I SWEAR that he replied "only if i can take my truuuuck." Mike thought he heard it too! We were dying laughing. I think it's going to be difficult to not laugh at the things he says - all the time. I don't want to give him a complex that leads to endless hours of therapy, but Lord, he is funny and complete comic relief.
We put him to bed early tonight, because it was a long day for all. It occured to me that when he was a baby, we would lay him the crib and just not have a clue as to when he would cry again and need us. We'd walk into our room, collapse from utter fatigue, and think: okay, he might sleep for a few hours, a few minutes, or a few seconds. I remember that being the most difficult thing . . . the unpredictibility. Our lives were completely ruled by someone who weighed significantly less than our cat and had only been on this earth for a nanosecond in time. It was hard to swallow.
But, we got used to it, and now, I put him to sleep with the confidence that only a nightmare will wake him before the sun rises. He's a pretty sound sleeper, so even the ridiculous kitty meowing doesn't make him stir. Even the kitty clawing at his door, chewing the carpet to get inside, and crying for entrance doesn't make him budge a bit. I think he's used to it.
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