A kid Appleseed's age should sleep something like 14 hours a day. Even if he miraculously sleeps 8 hours at night, he still needs to get six more hours in during the day. He's not happy about that.
He doesn't want to sleep. And, honestly, I don't know that I can blame him. I know all babies are inquisitive about the world around them, but Appleseed strikes me as even more so. He's incredibly thoughtful. Combine that with his new found stranger danger, and we can already start to see his personality coming out. He's got introverted parents, so I guess that makes sense.
Appleseed's protestations against taking a nap could easily be organized ala the 5 stages of grief.
We call them "meth eyes." Appleseed's eyes themselves don't really get red, but the area around them does. It's like his eyeballs are suddenly surrounded by inflamed tissue. Even his eye brows get red. It's crazy. It's also a sure sign that he's tired.
Appleseed likes to talk. He can't say anything yet, but he likes to try. And listening to him is fantastic. He's to the point where he's not just making noises, it actually sounds like he's trying to say something, he just lacks the words.
But at a certain point it becomes these whale-like noises that are a surefire indicator that he's sleepy
Take meth eyes, add in whale noises, then figure out how long it's been since he last slept, and it's not hard to know when Appleseed needs to sleep. It's obvious to everyone but him. Actually, it's probably obvious to him, too, he just doesn't care. He wants to stay up. Tired? I'm not tired. Why would you think that?
I hope he never plays poker.
Oh, sweet fancy Moses, the anger.
I get static in my ears from Appleseed's screaming, it is that loud. It's also freaky as hell because I honestly think I'm hurting him somehow. Maybe I messed up the swaddle, even though none of him is really swaddled anymore these days. Am I holding him too tight? Does he need to burp? He must
No, he's just pissed off. And he knows when we're going to try to get him to sleep. He knows as soon as we carry him anywhere near the nursery. And he starts the boil.
Okay, how about if I stop crying and just lie here in your arms for a while, will that make you happy? Is that good enough? I'll be quiet and wide awake and that should be enough, right?
This is when the bizarre noises kick in. He sounds like a drunk bird or a raccoon that's taken one too many sleeping pills. He'll often make these noises with his eyes closed, too, just to set me up.
The main problem is that the noises are hilarious, so I inevitably start laughing, which, of course, startles him and we're back to square one.
This is the stage when I know I'm actually making some progress. His Anger and Bargaining stages are unpredictable in length, but the Depression stage usually means the home stretch is in sight.
Okay, daddy, I'll take a nap...for 25 minutes, even though it just took you 50 minutes to get me to fall sleep.