Simon is finally over his cold and man, is he back in the saddle! He started feeling much better just after Thanksgiving and sleeping through the night again which couldn't come soon enough for Laura and I. The mucus from his cold was disrupting his stomach so much that he was waking up every 2 hours or so for the 10 days prior. I thought we might lose our minds.
However, he's now sleeping through the night *when* he finally falls asleep.
Fri and Sat night, he stayed up until 11, after being put in bed at 8, babbling, giggling and generally being insanely cute. And awake. Friday night Laura and I finally got into bed around 10:30 and all seemed pretty quiet. A few minutes later, we heard "eeeee eeee eeee! Oooooh oooooo oooooh! Whooooo WHooooo". As he was trying to get himself to sleep, Simon started running through all his animal noises. I thought I was going to die trying to stifle my laughter so we didn't rile him up with our hysterics. He finally, finally fell asleep after reenacting the Jungle Book.
Then Saturday night, at 10:30 pm, he's still awake, and standing up in his crib, babbling at us. We have a low night light on and I stand up next to him to ask him to lie down. He starts up with his newest trick which is to "whoooo whooooo" at me and pull at my shirt until I turn my back to him, pull my shirt up and show him the owl tattoo on my back. It was dark and I wanted him to go to sleep, so I resisted. For about 2 seconds. He started to wind up with a screech, so I turned the light a little, flashed the owl (2 x since once evidently wasn't enough), let him kiss it and then told him the owl was going to sleep and that he should too. It seemed to work and again, I collapsed into bed in muffled hysterical laughter.
The kid is a frickin character. He's working on new words all the time. He can say "bye bye" clear as day and is working on MM (Laura's Mom), Pop Pop (Laura's Dad), Mamaw (my Mom), lemon, rain, blue, open, again, bed, and probably a few more I can't remember.
He still refuses to try Mama or Mommy. However, when Laura says, "who's that?" and points to me, he responds "whoooo whooooo". Maybe I'll be Mama Whoo Whoo. Sounds like I'm a Ma'dam doesn't it? Mama Whoo Whoo and her working girls. Jeez.
