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Um, where's Owen?

Erin: "Wanna go watch Owen sleep?"
Me: "Heck yes! It's Friday, what else are we gonna do?"

Indeed, what else would we do? Hit the night clubs? Now that we are parents Friday nights are a lot like other nights. Get the boy down and enjoy the quiet. And every night we like to sneak into his room and check up on him. Under any other circumstance, in any other setting, this little activity of ours--sneaking into someone's room and watching them sleep--would seem pretty disturbing. But then again, so would picking someone else's nose and examining what comes out. When thinking about the day-to-day things you do when raising a two-year-old it's often best not to think too critically about them.

Part of it is that we just enjoy seeing him in one place for longer than 30 seconds. It's relaxing and gives us the illusion that he's, well, sane. The other part of our desire to spy on him at night is because of his recent sleeping habits, which are anything but sane. When we moved into our new place, we took the rail off of his crib, converting it into a big-boy bed. He was pretty stoked about this at first. That is until he fell out of his big-boy-bed a couple of nights in one week. Ever since then he's taken to sleeping on the floor.

This decision of his seemed pretty logical to me. While he may stay in one spot for 30 seconds at a time while sleeping, which is about 60 times longer than when he's awake, he moves around pretty frequently during the night. But Erin, being the good, concerned mother that she is, has never really been comfortable with Owen's chosen sleeping location. Especially since this is the scene that recently greeted us when we checked in on him:


Erin: "Um, where's Owen?"
Me: "I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure he's in here somewhere, unless the aliens got him...again."
Erin: "Very funny."




























Me: "Found him!"
Erin: "I really wish he wouldn't do that."
Me: "If he's uncomfortable, he could easily move."
Erin: "You're not suggesting we leave him there, are you? What if he gets rug burn?"
Me: "A little rug burn will be good for the boy. It'll toughen him up!"
Erin: (shooting me a please-be-kidding look)

Comments

Anonymous said…
just like uncle brian...

what if you put the mattress all the way on the floor? and then if he stays on the mattress by itself long enough, then put it back in the bed? Kinda like training him to sleep in the bed...in stages.

or, let him sleep on the floor. a little rug burn never hurt anyone.
lehpve said…
Stuff like that used to drive me crazy. You convince yourself that they'll never grow out of it, and at the age of 25 they'll still be a floor-sleeper. I'm here to tell you that shirt chewing, armpit popping, tongue clicking, eater of only chicken nuggets and pizza, is a relatively "normal" almost-24-year-old. I"m sure Owen will be, too, but it's a learning process!

Cindy
erinjohn said…
last night we went in and all we could see was one foot sticking out from under the bedskirt. it was truly the scene from the wizard of oz where dorothy's house is on the wicked witch.

cindy, i laughed out loud at your response... it means there's hope :)
Anonymous said…
I'll get you my pretty....and your little dog, too!

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