Well, I had planned a big post last night, detailing my awesomeness. However, around 5pm-ish I felt achey/feverish and decided to lie down for some Dr. Phil.
I woke back up at 1am. So technically, I missed half of Work It Out Wednesday, but I guess I did work out a nap, so I will still consider it a success.
You know what I cannot consider a success? Operation: WE ARE NOT CO-SLEEPERS. Yep, around 3:30am I heard little kid in there screaming, "MAAAAMAAAA. AAAAAAHHHH. MUUUUUUUUUM. MUUUUUUUUM. MAAAAAA. AAAAAAAAHHH. WAAAAAAHHHHH. NOOOOOOO. MAAAAAAAAAAM."
I thought it might be a trick, so I stayed still and quiet at first but then I started to worry that he might have one of his fat little legs stuck in the crib bars, or he may be in pee saturated jammies or something, and he might really need my help.
I finally walked in his room to see him standing there, smiling behind his pacifier. I gave him a hug and stroked his hair for a moment and went to lie him back down. "NOOO MOOOOOOOOM. DOOOOON'T. NOOOO. NOOOOO. WAAAAH. MUUUUUUMMMMMUUUUH. NOOOOOO."
He was obviously totally awake and more prepared for battle than I was. I decided it "wouldn't really count" since it would only be a few hours (Him and I both know that this counted though, and that he won).
So we ended up in my room watching "Make Me a Supermodel". We have some opinions on the contestants of this show that we hope to share later. We also ended up arguing over whether or not it was cool to twist Mr. Ashley's ears and exactly what constitutes "lying down". I say you have to be fully touching the mattress, he thinks a slight incline/permanent crunch counts. There was also some discussion about searching around under the covers in order to jam your fingers into unsuspecting victims' belly buttons and whether this would qualify as molestation or typical snuggling.
So all in all, a really fun night! (not) I don't know how I'll ever catch up with all of the posting I want to do AND Trash Terminating Thursday.