I’m guesting over at hilarites ensue today. Stop by and say hi to me and the awesome Liz — who guested here not so long ago — and her new baby girl Clara.
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So, tell me when this gets better. In my apparent ongoing efforts to live-blog sleep training, an update. Not only is this difficult, it’s embarrassing. Embarrassing to admit that I let my baby cry, because part of me thinks that is SO WRONG. How did I get this far? For one thing, he’d worn us . . . → Read More: ugh. Last night, he slept for eight hours. In a row. Nursed, went back to sleep for another three hours. Amazing. His morning naps are clocking in at closer to two hours lately. Our evenings seem so much calmer and more spacious. But here’s my question. When is the OUT part of CIO going to kick . . . → Read More: wow. Last night took another half hour of crying/checking before he conked out. Tonight, after bath, massage, and books, he fell asleep while nursing. And that was it. “The only constant is change.” Who said that? It was the essay topic on my AP English exam in high school. No, it wasn’t. The topic was, “The . . . → Read More: huh. In improv, I learned a writing game where two people pass a sheet of paper back and forth, each one taking a turn writing a line of dialogue. A third person intermittently calls out bits of stage direction or dialogue, hopefully designed to cause a change in the action of some kind. If there are . . . → Read More: and then it happened Poop. Glorious poop! Solid food poop. How I adore thee. So far, anyway. Believe it or not, we’ve “caught” the poop. In the sink. Easy enough to do since the boy makes a special “I’m about to POOP!” grunting sound. He was so delighted, watching himself in the mirror as the event went down. I . . . → Read More: excrement, effluvia, monkey, toes His rash is better. Apparently the purple stuff worked. And only a few items of clothing (his, mine) ruined in the process. Post-yeast there was some inflammation from him scratching himself, which we treated with triple antibiotic cream. So that’s all better. The BOB situation is better. Rumors of his discontent with the stroller were . . . → Read More: better, better, cute, worse, yummy We did it. I did the 11:00 feeding, since I was still awake, and Scott handled the 3 a.m. feeding, and therefore I got to sleep from about 11:30 to 6. Wow. (Say it again with hand gestures for the folks at home — make a “W” with the three fingers of each hand, press . . . → Read More: sleep (mine) |
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