I went to the animal fair.
The birds and the beasts were there.
The big baboon, by the light of the moon was combing his auburn hair.
The monkey he got drunk and fell on the elephant’s trunk.
The elephant sneezed and fell on his knees
And that was the end of the monk!
The Animal Fair (old minstrel song, origin unknown)
Who’s running the zoo?
July 22, 2007 by Niksmom
Well, today I feel like the elephant has knelt upon my chest as I fight this summer cold that Nik was so kind as to pass along to me. To add insult to injury (mine, lest that be in question at this point), Nik is no longer sleeping through the night. Well, sort of…
Nik has begun to “talk” and cry in his sleep. Not enough to wake him…just me! I find myself waking multiple times in the wee hours and stumbling, eyes half closed, to Nik’s door to wait for the escalation of cries that doesn’t come. I stumble back to bed with a not-so-silent prayer, “Please God, let him sleep throught he night quietly!?”
Alas, that prayer has gone unanswered lately. No, Nik is now actively waking at roughly 3:00 or 4:00 each morning and in the mood for serious play. I stumble to his room to put a toy in the crib. As I leave his room again, I hope in vain that he will get bored and go back to sleep. He does…around 5:00 a.m., a mere half hour before Niksdad’s alarm drags me from my newfound slumber.
Now, all of this would be mildly tolerable were it not for the fact that Niksdad is off to work most of these past few days leaving me to handle the monkey. Yes, the monkey. Pictorial evidence follows:
And he looks so innocent, does he not?!
If this keeps up much longer, I will likely turn into a raving maniac. Looking at the calendar of Nik’s appointments and Niksdad’s school and work schedules, I think I will be able to sleep on Thursday next. So if I ramble on in my comments on other blogs, have pity on a poor mother?
(On a serious note: I am complaining tongue in cheek, but I am also exalting in how very, very far my little monkey has come! One year ago, Nik wouldn’t even bear weight on his legs. Now? Motion, constant motion!)