You may not believe it, but I tell you no lie on this one. Ask Libby, who happened to call in the midst of our evening last night.
Let me start at the beginning. To say that this was a "full" weekend for our little munchkin is quite an understatement. From the time I walked in the door on Friday afternoon, it was a bit of a whirlwind. We ended up in Lewistown around 7 on Friday night, and didn't really slow down much until last night at dinner. In between we had a beautiful baby shower for Aunt Libby and Baby Brooke, Joshua took 4 big tractor rides with Pap, had two short naps and the not-great sleep that often accompanies travel away from home. We left to come home yesterday morning around 9:30 am.
By Middleburg, Joshua was snoring away in the back seat...not a real surprise given how much we had crammed into one little weekend. Jason and I figured that it would cause some problems yesterday, but were pleasantly surprised by Joshua's good attitude the majority of the afternoon. He had one meltdown on the way home from the mall and our new Target, but we figured that was because we had pressed our luck a little too far. It was foreshadowing... (how's that Mom?)
Joshua ate officially 3 bites of BBQ chicken and one spoonful of potatoes and then we saw it. The child who has ALWAYS been a struggle to get to sleep, even in his most tired moments, fell asleep in his high chair. And despite our efforts to keep him awake, it was no use. He was OUT. Seriously..............OUT.
We tried everything we could to keep him awake. All I kept saying to Jason was "I don't know what to do here!" It was 6:30. He'd had no supper and no bath. Sleeping now meant that he would wake up at 8:30 raring to go, and Mommy and Daddy were feeling no where near "raring" to go anywhere for any reason. So we tried everything we knew how to do to wake him up. Although the whole thing was humorous, at one point, we both got a little scared that something was really wrong. This was so far out of the ordinary for him and nothing was working to wake him up- not loud noises (including cherry pits in the garbage disposal that sounded like bricks rolling around down there), not the sweeper, not tickling, not sitting him straight up, not calling his name. Nothing! Finally a wet paper towel on his cheeks woke him up, but he wasn't happy about it.
Parents who have experienced narcoleptic tendencies in their children might not find this worthy of such a long post, but I have to tell you, this was so far out of the realm of "normal" that we didn't know quite how to react.
All is well today. He went down early last night (if you consider 9:00 early for 21 month old) and didn't stir until 6:45 this morning. Hopefully today he'll get back on track...just in time for another trip to Lewistown this weekend for the Richard Reunion.
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