Our third Christmas celebration crew came to visit us from Fayetteville and Nicholas got another opportunity to be spoiled rotten. You know, I think various grandparents are taking a bit of a perverse pride in spoiling our little one rotten (but don’t worry, we forgive you! 🙂
Unfortunately, one must have the bitter along with the sweet and Nicholas not only was contending with his continual teething (we’ve been so over that for so long but the poor kid just can’t catch a break) but then he decided that he wanted to add an ear infection to go along with his usual monthly Synagis shots (very expensive shots that helps little ones fight off colds…particularly important for preemies for the first two years).
In other words, the boy felt like the fourth day of a three day pass.
But you know, when there were presents to be opened…he made a pretty speedy recovery once he decided to get past the I’m going to play shy and hide behind the chair thing. After a while, he got into playing with new toys. He particularly liked the set of old-fashioned wooden letter blocks in the case. Let’s play pick up a big box of blocks! And I think it’s safe to say that he found his new blanket made by Aunt Meghann to be a winner.
All things considered, he did pretty good until dinner when the lack of sleep, feeling generally less-than-stellar, and a bit of sensory overload conspired against him staying awake. The best way I can describe what happened next is to compare it to seeing a train wreck that is inevitable. It’s irresistable because you know it’s going to happen and it’s not going to be pretty.
The last pictures tell the story better than I could. He struggled mightily to stay awake but it was only a matter of time before Morpheus would claim Nicholas as his own. The funny part was that he held onto that Dorito with a death grip you just wouldn’t believe. When it came time to rouse him enough to get him upstairs, he remembered exactly where the Dorito was and started eating it. And no one was going to deprive him of eating that last Dorito, let me tell you.
I don’t think it’ll be much of a stretch of the imagination to know that once he got over being ticked off because we had to put him in his pajamas that he was asleep again before his head hit the pillow. If only it were that easy all of the time…
