Humor me

I know you probably get tired of hearing all my stories about my children. How I think they are so cute or the strange things they do etc etc. But just humor me this....

I was putting the Littlest down for his nap today. Without the PACY (map'm as he calls it-don't ask) and he went down ok. First he was playing as I tried to rock him and he was making rasberries on my chest through my shirt...just being silly. I finally just laid him down, he was fine. Then he really starting fussing. He never called out for me or his pacy, he was just fussing in general, then it would subside, then it got louder, subside, louder then louder and I went to his door, waited like ten seconds to see what he'd do and suddenly he got really upset like a scream or something. I immediately fling the door open, not in a quiet fashion at all, I knew he was upset so I just kind of slammed it open and he never opened his eyes to see me. He was sitting up, with his eyes closed, so tired, and they weren't just closed, they were scrunched closed like all drama and there I stood, not saying anything, amazed that he was sitting up, basically sleeping and crying at the same time and then BAM he just fell over and passed out to la la land.

I just stood there and watched him. Poor thing. I know he wanted that darn pacy. But he never asked for it. And he's been sleeping fine. Keep your fingers crossed. I have made up my mind, at this point, the only time he'll get it is IF he wakes up at night and is upset. We'll see how this all goes. We went out in the car this morning and he only asked for it once. I ignored. The rest of the time, nothing. He was happy and fine. Maybe a tiny bit of progress? I need to remember all this. Maybe I'll print these entries out and save them in with his special things for when he's older, all grown up.

On a separate note, the Oldest said this morning, while I was changing the baby's diaper, out of the blue, "I'm glad the Littlest (he said his name) is a boy, that way when he gets married, he will get to keep our last name, just like Dad. But you Mom, you had to give up your last name." uh huh. And WHERE did this thought come from? Are these normal conversations in your house? Oh boy.