The Sleep War

  I don’t know what it is about my kids….something in their genetic makeup?  The stubbornness they get from their father?  But my babies, every single blessed one of them…has hit an age during their first year, where they FIGHT SLEEP.  Like arching their back, throwing the binky, flailing around to prevent the inveitable….sleep.  Whether at home or church, a few minutes of fight must ensue.

  I had to sigh the other day at church, when a friends baby, simply layed her head on the nearest shoulder and drifted off to dreamland.  She is just a few weeks older than Paxton.  Her name is Meadow.

Here is a pic of Meadow and Paxton meeting for the first time last summer….. Paxton is 3 weeks here and Meadow is 5 days. 177178


I love the scowl on his face! Like she is totally invading his personal space or something! 🙂

  Sweet little Meadow could teach Paxton a thing or two about sleeping in public.  I have to take him out of church EVERY week, just to get him to sleep before slipping back in service, since I don’t want to be “THAT” mom.  You know, the one with the noisy baby that disrupts the sermon.

  He squawks and squeaks, pulls my hair and arches while chucking his binky down the pew, all in the name of staying awake during morning naptime. 

I have photographed the process below from the comfort of my recliner:

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Ahh, once again, sleep wins.

Sleep –1  Paxton – 0

It was a nice try, Paxton.

Better luck next time!