August 22nd, 2006

Played like a fiddle

Yesterday, Sarah booked our friend Joanna to baby-sit Jack while I was taken out for a birthday supper. The plan was for Joanna to spend the night at our place since we would be coming back late and she works in London. We explained to her several times that Jack has been having a lot of trouble sleeping and putting him down takes a LONG time and you need several glasses of wine just to recover.

Now, Jack still doesn’t say much word wise, however, before heading out the door at 7 Jack tugged at the leg of Sarah’s trousers and said (loosely paraphrased), “mama, I would like to go to bed now please.” Sarah gave him his teddy bear and he was asleep in .37 seconds. I thought to myself, “hmmm, that was strange, but I’m sure he’s just messing with us. Tonight is going to be tough.”

After a delicious supper at a vegetarian cafe near by and a nice walk we hurried back to our flat, imagining a bloodshot Joanna clenching a crying Jack who has been wondering where his inconsiderate parents were. Joanna confided that Jack hadn’t made a peep. I was suspicious.

Jack didn’t make a peep the entire night and I hardly slept. I kept running down to hold a mirror under his nose. When I did eventually pass out from exhaustion I was awoken to the sound of giggling. Giggling at 7:30am. 7:30! I mean, geeze. I was going to be late for work.

Jo says she’s never going to believe anything we say about Jack’s sleep habits again.

Posted by: Andy on August 22nd, 2006
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