I love to sleep. If there's a sleep championship, bet I will be crowned as the sleep-queen. I can sleep for more than 14 hours a day without waking up for meals or even toilet trips. I sleep at the count of 3 and I sleep so well till no one can wake me up. Well, almost no one except for my parents who will slap my arm real hard to wake me up. Hmm ... but those were the good old days. Those were the pre-Ivan days.
With Ivan in our life, many things changed and sleeping pattern is definitely one of it. I sleep lesser, wake up earlier and I wake up at the slightest move made by my sweetie pie. But that lasted for almost 1 year and a half only. *hey .. that's a long time for me !* I'm now back to my old habit but with slight improvements. I hardly nap and I still sleep lesser.
When Ivan was about 1 and a half years old, he will sit between us on the bed, wait patiently for us to make a move. When we move, he will pounce on us and wake us up. But sometimes, he will need to wait for another hour or so. Recently, he thought of a really brilliant excuse. He tells us that he needs to poo. With my eyes half closed, I will struggle to get up and bring him into the toilet only to hear him say, "No, no poo. Nothing". By then, I'm already awake. What a way to begin my new day every weekends. *sigh*.
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