** No new baby news.
** An update on Missy will come tomorrow afternoon after
the doctors meet to decided if they officially suggest surgery. We are
anxiously waiting, but doing okay. Missy is so strong. She is doing
awesome. If you aren't sure what I am talking about, I posted on Saturday.
**It's officially cycle day one, and endo cramping and back pain are in full swing. Awesome.
** And now I am going to post a cute story about Henry. Just because.
On Saturday Henry missed his nap. For awhile, back in September or so, he stopped needing a nap. We thought he had outgrown them, and were really fine with it. I mean, I LIKE nap time, but I hated the fight to get him to actually GO TO SLEEP, so whatever. Then we went on vacation and all of a sudden he remembered that he loved his nap. He takes one most days now and there is little to no fight about it. He happily lays down and passes out.
Well, Saturday we were running around and nap time came and went. We didn't think it was a big deal. He went months without a nap, right? Should be fine. At 6pm he asked for a glass of milk. Not unusual, but he does always have a glass of milk before bed (which is typically around 9:30pm). He then crawled up in Nicks lap and passed out. When this has happened in the past it has meant DOOM for for me and Nick getting any sleep. He wakes up around 2am and stays awake until around five or six. But we tried to wake him up and he wasn't having it, so we just laid him down in his bed, accepting that we would be up all night.
At 2am he woke up. Calling out to us, so Nick went in there to tuck him back in. Henry looked at Nick and said "Henwee" (because he talks about himself in the third person. Always. and it is so adorable we don't correct him. Also, he can't say his R's, so he says Henwee instead of Henry.) anyway he said "Henwee get up??" And Nick said "No bubby, it's the middle of the night. It sleeping time." He then rolled over and went back to sleep, but we expected to hear from him again in 20 minutes.
At 9:20 Saturday morning I wake up again. This time I hear "MAMA!!!" I walk into his room and he is sitting in his bed with a huge smile on his face. He then says "ALLLLL DOOOONE SLEEPING!!!" and jumps out of bed and heads for the living room before I can stop him (maybe afraid I would say he needed to go back to sleep).
What? You are all done sleeping after FIFTEEN HOURS? Go figure.
You guys, It. Was. Awesome.