Poor Adam had a rough first week or so as a big brother. He's fascinated by Naomi and very sweet to her, though a little bit of a bull in a china shop. But his stress came out at naptime and bedtime.
We'd recovered from the new temptation to escape his room just a week or so before Naomi was born. He'd finally gone back to staying in his bed and chatting for 20 minutes to 2 hours while falling asleep. I love his night-time chats. Then for about a week after Naomi was born, naptime and bedtime became a struggle again. He simple refused to nap on several occasions, which is a big deal because he's accustomed to a 3-hour afternoon nap. Instead of chatting, he'd play for hours until he crashed or, worse, beg sobbingly for Mommy over and over again. In the photo above, he'd fallen asleep with his seal on the hardwood mid-plea.
Luckily, the sleep trouble was short-lived. He's been back to "normal" for several days and treats us over the monitor to surprisingly clear and correct renditions of his repetoire of best-loved songs, poems, and books. Today's nap came preceded by Old Macdonald and Aura Lee. Last night, there were easily half a dozen songs, including, Michael Finnegan, Auld Lang Syne, and ABCD (Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star).
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