Thursday
Aug262010
What's Up, Mickey?
Thursday, August 26, 2010 at 11:18AM
Monday night Sailor slept in her crib for the first time. All night. We tried it once before, but she was up too much and I just took her at 4am and put her back her bassinet.
That night I woke up at 12am to check on her.
At 1:08am my dog jumped on me so I figured I’d get up to check on her.
At 2:08am I heard her on the monitor. I went to check on her and noticed that her poor pjs were soaked, so I picked her up to change her and dry her off. Whereas a 2am feeding wasn’t too terribly unheard of about a week ago, she has been sleeping 11-hour nights for the past four nights so I decided not to feed her. Didn't want her getting any nutty ideas like we were going to EAT again at that ungodly hour.
After she was all clean and dry, I picked her up to soothe her back to sleep, figuring if she cried like a crazy lady, I’d make her a bottle.
But, no crying.
No, just a conversation with Mickey Mouse.
I stood up with her for a few minutes and she was looking around the room all alert-like and all not-so-ready-to-go-back-to-sleep-like so I figured I’d sit in the glider and see if she’d be soothed by the rocker.
Little did I know she and the Mouse had arranged a meeting.
Just over my shoulder, directly in her line of sight sat a Mickey Mouse, the same size as my daughter, bought by my endearing but not-so-practical husband when I was just seven weeks pregnant.
And MAN was Sailor excited to see him!
First, she just stared, as if listening intently to what he had to say. Then, she gave him a HUMUNGO smile and then was all, “Mickey! Hey! What are you doing here? I mean, what are you doing UP SO LATE? Me? Oh, I peed all over my jammies…Oh, you’ve done that too?...No, I totally understand if you don’t want to go into it with my mom right here…I know, AWKWARD, right? I haven’t seen you in a while! You look GREAT!...Oh, thank you. I’ve been working on my neck muscles. I mean, just LOOK at the eye contact you and I can have now!...hahahahaha! You’re so funny, Mickey….Oh, hey, I think the buzz kill over here wants me to go back to sleep. Give me a sec.”
And then she put her head on my chest and did her telltale signs that she’s tired – fingers from one hand in her mouth and fingers from the other hand in her hair.
And I thought, oh, yay, we’re going back to sleep.
And 30 seconds later she pops her head up, looks at Mickey and was all, “What? I couldn’t hear you over the sucking noises I was making….Oh, yeah! Hahaha! I never thought of it that way! You’re hilarious, Mickey….Ok, I’m tired now. See you in the morning.”
And back to sleep she went.
That night I woke up at 12am to check on her.
At 1:08am my dog jumped on me so I figured I’d get up to check on her.
At 2:08am I heard her on the monitor. I went to check on her and noticed that her poor pjs were soaked, so I picked her up to change her and dry her off. Whereas a 2am feeding wasn’t too terribly unheard of about a week ago, she has been sleeping 11-hour nights for the past four nights so I decided not to feed her. Didn't want her getting any nutty ideas like we were going to EAT again at that ungodly hour.
After she was all clean and dry, I picked her up to soothe her back to sleep, figuring if she cried like a crazy lady, I’d make her a bottle.
But, no crying.
No, just a conversation with Mickey Mouse.
I stood up with her for a few minutes and she was looking around the room all alert-like and all not-so-ready-to-go-back-to-sleep-like so I figured I’d sit in the glider and see if she’d be soothed by the rocker.
Little did I know she and the Mouse had arranged a meeting.
Just over my shoulder, directly in her line of sight sat a Mickey Mouse, the same size as my daughter, bought by my endearing but not-so-practical husband when I was just seven weeks pregnant.
And MAN was Sailor excited to see him!
First, she just stared, as if listening intently to what he had to say. Then, she gave him a HUMUNGO smile and then was all, “Mickey! Hey! What are you doing here? I mean, what are you doing UP SO LATE? Me? Oh, I peed all over my jammies…Oh, you’ve done that too?...No, I totally understand if you don’t want to go into it with my mom right here…I know, AWKWARD, right? I haven’t seen you in a while! You look GREAT!...Oh, thank you. I’ve been working on my neck muscles. I mean, just LOOK at the eye contact you and I can have now!...hahahahaha! You’re so funny, Mickey….Oh, hey, I think the buzz kill over here wants me to go back to sleep. Give me a sec.”
And then she put her head on my chest and did her telltale signs that she’s tired – fingers from one hand in her mouth and fingers from the other hand in her hair.
And I thought, oh, yay, we’re going back to sleep.
And 30 seconds later she pops her head up, looks at Mickey and was all, “What? I couldn’t hear you over the sucking noises I was making….Oh, yeah! Hahaha! I never thought of it that way! You’re hilarious, Mickey….Ok, I’m tired now. See you in the morning.”
And back to sleep she went.
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Reader Comments (5)
Very cute ;) I have been following for awhile now and love your writing!
Hey Bethany! Thanks for reading and for the compliment! I'll come visit your blog, too!
I have a distinct memory of being in my crib and seeing a spark of static on my teddy bear's tongue. I was convinced for years that he was trying to communicate with me that night.
I hope Sailor's memories of Mickey are as fond.
That is the best thing! I used to think my stuffed animals talked when I was away and I used to try to catch them so I could talk to them, too.
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