I realise I still have a lot of blog backlog from last year (gee, where did my Christmas vacation go? I planned to spend that vacation writing…) but I just want to indulge in one more mindless (yet meaningful) post before I officially deal with the pile.
I have come into terms with the fact that Yuri, who will be turning 4 in a couple of months (ZOMG!), is a sleepyhead.
He started sleeping through the night near the end of his 3rd month as a wee infant. Before you envy me, let me assure you that before that fateful night, I barely slept at all. By the time he was 4 months old, we were almost always sleeping through the night and, save for those few nights when he would wake up and not return to sleep or when I discovered a new book I just couldn’t put down, I recaptured the elusive eight hours of sleep. More or less.
Let me digress for a bit. I have two favourite moments of the day. One is his afternoon nap and the other is his sleeptime. It’s during those times when I can focus on what I want to do (blog, write, do some calligraphy, update my planner). Of course, most of the time, when Yuri sleeps, I either watch TV, browse Facebook, or catch some Z’s myself hehe.
Anyway, as he gets older, I noticed that Yuri’s sleeping hours have become longer. For example, just the other day, he slept for twelve hours — and would have slept longer had I not woken him up. In my defence, it was already almost 9 am and the sunlight streaming through our bedroom window was too warm it wasn’t funny anymore.
I whispered, Yuri. Nothing. I tugged at him. Nothing. I called his name louder this time. He stirred, and I said, Wake up.
He shook his head no, with his eyes still closed.
And then I asked him, You still want to sleep? Not an eyelash fluttered when he nodded yes. So I let him asleep — for another five minutes until the sun’s rays got unbearably hot (for me — it didn’t seem to bother him).
This child loves his shut-eye time just as much as we all do. Dear Yuri, I wonder what you dream about? Machines, maybe, and trucks and bicycles? Or promises of waffles and pizza and cheese? Or beach trips and flights on the airplane?
I guess it’s time to buy heavy drapes to block out the sun.