Getting Our Zzzzzzzzzzzzzs!

Dearest Jude,

Well, you are on your third night of falling asleep on your own! After the last post when we let you cry it out, we tried again last night and it only took you about ten minutes to fall asleep. Tonight: same thing. I fed you, we put you in the crib, and then I hopped in the shower and by the time I got out, all was quiet. We are so proud of you. That and of course we are thrilled not to be struggling with you hour after hour each night, when all you wanted to do was go to sleep. Everyone kept saying, "he's overtired, he just needs to sleep" and we were like "well, yeah, but he needs to sleep if he needs sleep." The problem was we were just picking you up immediately everytime you showed any kind of distress and then you got so used to it. "They" say that we are doing the right thing by letting you teach yourself to fall asleep on your own as long as we reassure you that we are here for you, not going anywhere, etc, and I believe it! We all really were in great need of more sleep. So relief! And yes, thank you Jude, we aer getting more sleep. You are such a doll.

Today we had fun in our ECFE class. I realized in a moment of clarity why I love the other people in the class so much: they are my age! The other classes I have taken were with 20 and young 30 somethings, which while not a huge difference in human years, makes a lot of difference in the world of raising baby years.

You are still using the pacifier. 'raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Shocking, still. What's cute is that you seem to enjoy playing with it first, scrutinizing it, almost as if to figure out how it works, before putting it in your mouth. You do that a lot, it seems--try to figure out how things work, which you get from dad, not me.

Last night after dad fed you yogurt and applesauce, you started doing a bunch of consants, among them "da da da da da da da da da deeee, " which was all too cute.


You have a few new breastfeeding developments: In addition to squeezing the milk out of the boob while you are eating--to the point where milk goes all over your face when you pull off--you have recently taken to pinching the opposite nipple while eating off the other. I guess this correlates with that pincer grip deal they say you will be getting right about now, but I was thinking more along the lines of say, a grape.

Dad and I are eating popcorn for dinner. We had every intention to have vegie burgers, but when dad fried them up they tasted awful. The bad news is that I didn't realize they were so awful until i was almost done with my first half. I apologize in advance if the milk is a little off tomorrow...

Sweet dreams, chipatta, xoxoxoxo Mommy