Wiggle Worm

When I was pregnant I got little rest, or sleep for that matter. Mostly because Jackson was a wiggle worm. He moved and kicked and wiggled constantly. And now that he is on the outside I realize nothing has changed.

A few days ago I was awakened early one morning to a crying baby. An angry cry. Half asleep I was wondering what could have made him so mad. When I figured out what it was I just had to laugh. I wish I would have been awake enough to have the sense to take his picture. He had wiggled and kicked so much in his sleep that one of his legs had come up and out of one of the legs on his jammies and back down into the other leg hole. Two legs in one pant leg. He could no longer kick his legs as he pleased and it woke him up and made him ticked.

When I lay Jackson down for his nap, I am most certain that he will not be in the same position when I return to check on him. He will roll over, be facing the other way, or be on the complete other side of his crib. Sometimes it freaks me out, but I'm getting used to it.

This morning I could hear Jackson fussing. He soon began to cry. I rolled over to see what was the matter. And when I saw him I went to go get the camera. Again he had wiggled himself into a tizzy. Jackson had wiggled his arm out of the sleeve, and since he likes to hold onto his other hand when he sleeps, he found a way to do so. Up through his neck hole. His one arm was hanging completely out of the neck hole. He was so angry about it. When I fixed it, he stopped crying and looked up at me and smiled. As if to say, Thanks Mom! I'm sure he will not appreciate that I posted pictures of him like this when he's older. But it really is just to good to pass up.