I've always had probs getting Connor to sleep. Part of it was my doing as he was used to being breastfed to sleep. He still needs it now and I have no idea how to stop it.
This morning, I was debating whether I should haul him into the shower, put him down for his morning nap and then do the chores later or the other way round. I peeked at him and saw he was shrieking and leaping off his cot (we'd moved it to the lowest level and removed one side of the cot to make it more like a daybed) and onto the bean bag on the floor. He was having a whale of a time. So I decided I should shower first. I cannot do chores without showering and while in pj's, I can't explain it.
Once showered and dressed in proper clothes, I sneaked another peek into his room. He'd emptied his box of toys all over the floor and was chasing a tennis ball everywhere. Ok.... let's get the chores done quickly while he's still a happy bunny. His shower time can wait till he's whiny.
So I dashed around picking things up, gettting the laundry done and the pots cleaned. By the time I'd wiped down the counters, I realised it was quiet in the house. Very quiet.
I tiptoed to his room. Where's my son?
Connor was stretched out on the beanbag fast asleep, with an arm around his stuffed Lamby. It was the sweetest scene a mother could ever hope for. I wish I could have taken a picture but the sound of the camera clicking would have woken him up.
Bliss. Wish it happens everyday.