Good morning from this sleepy mama.

Ishu had his 18 month appointment two days ago and he was real out of it for most of yesterday.

It was the first time I think a shot has actually HURT him beyond the initial prick. His right leg was super tender and any time I touched it, he would cry out. And you could tell it was hurting him because he wasn’t interested in climbing or jumping or moving really.

All he wanted to do was snuggle with me on the couch or bed. If I moved even an inch away from him, there were immediate tears.

Fortunately, by the time Ankur got home in the evening, he was in a happier mood. Music was playing and he was up and dancing.

So I thought we’d be in for a smooth night of sleep.

Well, I was wrong.

I think my kid honestly thinks that I no longer exist if I face away from him in the bed. I need to be looking at him, touching him, breathing on him.

It’s pretty funny how he’s got two REALLY different personalities. The daytime kid who (usually) wants nothing to do with snuggling Mama. And the nighttime kid who can’t function unless all of our limbs are wrapped up in each other.

Though they’re drastically different, they’re absolutely connected.

He is the way he is in the day.

Because he gets what he needs in the night.