Day 3...holding my breath.

Last night went relatively well- all things considered.

We had about 45 mins- 1 hour of whining, jumping and fussing before Big Z settled down and fell asleep.
He woke up at 2am. Normally I would have fed him, but I KNOW he doesn't need the food at that time. He uses it as his ticket to leave and go on an adventure throughout the house. So I didn't give in.
I went into his room (I HAVE to check on him because I just can't not), changed his diaper, and laid him back down with a kiss. He got up and said "HEY, it's midnight adventure time!! Take me outta here!!!". I went back in (after 3 or 4 minutes) and said, "Nope, it's sleepy time". He disagreed but, after 10 minutes, he saw it my way and slept until 7:30am. No joke!! YEAH ME and Z:)

So, tonight. He just fell asleep. With no help. And I'm so scared to write that because now I think he'll go and do something awful like wake up 18 times in a row during the middle of the night...just to show me. I'm hopeful, but totally not holding my breath because, well, it was just too easy and he is my stubborn little redhead after all;) But I'm glad I didn't have hours of sobbing on my hands.

In other news, Z and I were playing WWF wrestling on my bed. You know, the good kind. From the 80's. He was Macho Man Randy Savage and I was the Ultimate Warrior. I kept winning and pinning him for the three count. After losing to the Ultimate Warrior, Macho Man Randy Savage would bravely get up on his knees and throw his arms over his head and bounce around laughing.
I have to admit- I think Z was playing a different game then I was. He didn't even answer to his name and he seemed to think that the three count meant he was the winner. Hence the celebratory knee bouncing, arm raising, giggle fest. Hm. We'll have to try that game again some day with more clear rules I think.

Finally, we went to the mall with our good friends (we'll call them A & little A.). They're awesome and we took the best pictures in a photo booth. Z wouldn't look at the right place and he looks dazed & confused in all the photos. So funny. Wish I had a scanner so I could upload them. Will work on that one... So, for now, just take my word! Anyway, it's nice to have good friends. I was looking at little A, who is so stinking cute and smiley, and hoped that he and Z would be awesome friends one day. Z can teach little A how to be a wild wandering, wall-licking man and little A can teach Z how to eat fishies and raisins and spaghetti and oranges and so much more. And also how to say mama and not cry when going to sleep and how to cut teeth. Oh, so many things they can learn from eachother!