Over the weekend we had a lot of visitors, since it was the first really cold weekend we've had since last winter it was nice to be able to stay home but not go completely stir crazy thanks to having some friends stop by.
On Friday night our friend Bryan came over with his two kids who are 10 and 8. Hunter loves his kids, he's always fascinated by "big kids" and they play really well with Hunter. At one point Hunter was literally running back and forth down the foyer just squealing at the top of his lungs. I stupidly thought to myself "well he'll sleep great tonight". Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I'm not sure if he was over stimulated or just had a stomach ache from all the candy he kept begging for but he was up every 10 minutes from 10pm to midnight then up for good bright and early at 6:15am. On Saturday morning.
Then Saturday night we had our neighbors over for dinner and Hunter had a good two hours of playing with his little girlfriend Jordynn. I love watching them play together, they share and laugh and play so nicely with each other, it's adorable. He definitely likes her the most. Once again I thought "well she wore him out so maybe he'll sleep late tomorrow". Nope. Up bright and early at 6:30am. On Sunday morning.
Finally on Sunday night, Bryan and his kids came over again along with my husbands other best friend who is in town this week from Texas. He came over with his 5 year old son so all 4 kids could play together for about 4 hours. Hunter had a blast. He's such a social little boy and I think he really enjoys having other children over to play with him. But again he was up and ready to go Monday morning at 6:15am.
I know I shouldn't complain because (with the exception of Friday night) he does sleep through the night without any issues. I think he just has an internal clock that goes off right around 6am. Not a big deal on a weekday but on a weekend it kinda blows. If he can sleep til 7am on a weekend I'm thrilled but it doesn't happen often. I just wish I had his energy. I get worn out just watching him run around and play and if that were me I would easily sleep until noon the next day. Not sure what kind of energy toddlers run off of but someone needs to find a way to bottle that shit and sell it. I'm sure it could put Starbucks out of business. Oh well, I've already planned to pay him back when he's a teenager but jumping on his bed every Saturday morning at 6am. That will be fun.