Baby Z has always been a bit of a pants sleeper. I think, in total, he’s slept through about 7 times in his 18 months.
The past few weeks have been particularly bad though with 3 to 4 wake ups a night resulting in him sleeping in our bed for most of the night. Not great, but it’s fast becoming the new norm in our house.
The other night he was stood up in his cot at 4am crying to be picked up. This is his usual thing. I’ve no idea why its always 4am but its like he magically knows. Bleary eyed and mostly asleep I tried in vain to put him back down. Usually, he keeps crying till I stick him in our bed. This time though he decided he wanted to have an early morning natter.
He stopped crying and held his dummy up and shouted “GO!!”. That’s Baby Z lingo for “I want to go out for a walk/ run/ general merriment”.
Strange, he’s never asked to go out at this time. So I tried reasoning “No go. It’s baby sleepy time!” and tried to put him back down.
He reacted by instantly bursting into tears, throwing his dummy on the floor, then exclaiming, “Gooooaaal!”. Then repeated it a couple more times.
Suddenly I realised what it was. The OH had been repeatedly trying to teach Baby Z the word as they watched the first match of Euro 2012. Hmmm.
I wearily crawled back into bed and as Baby Z snuggled himself between us and dropped off instantly, the OH murmured how I was mean to tell Baby Z he couldn’t “go” out. When I told him what he’d actually meant his proud response was:
“Ahhh…he likes football”.