back to square one
Moose is a champ at nap time and bed time. Well...at least he used to be.
Then our stupid vacation screwed everything up.
I guess he likes sharing a bed with us. The warmth. The chance to stick his butt in my face.
So now that life is semi back to normal (and I seriously mean semi), Moose should be getting back into his schedule.
Up at whenever he wakes up (7-8 now...woohoo or 6 like today). I won't lie, today at 6, I was tired so I brought him into bed with me for another 2 hours. Oops. Not a good idea, I know.
Anyway so it's 11:30 and he's falling all over the place with his thumb in his mouth. We go upstairs to his room and we sit in his rocking chair. I get out our Peter Rabbit storybook. I'm reading about Ginger and Pickles and he falls asleep.
I start to put the book down, he opens his eyes and whines. I pick the book back up and read the rest of the story (or most of it...he's 1, he doesn't know if I skip a few paragraphs). He's asleep *suck suck suck suck* is all I hear.
I pick him up and lay him in his crib. He puts his feet on the side and I cover him up. *WAAAA*
He's awake. I pick him back up with the blanket and he instantly falls asleep.
I put him down again. *WAAA*
I leave for about 2 minutes. Still bawling.
I go back in there & scold him (again, 1 doesn't understand me at all). I pick him up and we rock in the chair. I lay him down again and put the side of his crib up.
*SQUEAK*
*WAA*
I hate the side of the crib but I'm just not tall enough to put him in when it's up without dropping him (well....nah).
So I let him cry. To avoid listening and cringing, I go get the mail. Nothing good.
He's finally asleep after close to a half an hour of trying to put him down so I sneak in to cover him up (with this really cozy blanket Mrs. Spiderlegs made for him!!).
I know it could be worse, but I miss my champ.
I guess we'll have to do the whole crying it out thing again.
Back from square one.
Then our stupid vacation screwed everything up.
I guess he likes sharing a bed with us. The warmth. The chance to stick his butt in my face.
So now that life is semi back to normal (and I seriously mean semi), Moose should be getting back into his schedule.
Up at whenever he wakes up (7-8 now...woohoo or 6 like today). I won't lie, today at 6, I was tired so I brought him into bed with me for another 2 hours. Oops. Not a good idea, I know.
Anyway so it's 11:30 and he's falling all over the place with his thumb in his mouth. We go upstairs to his room and we sit in his rocking chair. I get out our Peter Rabbit storybook. I'm reading about Ginger and Pickles and he falls asleep.
I start to put the book down, he opens his eyes and whines. I pick the book back up and read the rest of the story (or most of it...he's 1, he doesn't know if I skip a few paragraphs). He's asleep *suck suck suck suck* is all I hear.
I pick him up and lay him in his crib. He puts his feet on the side and I cover him up. *WAAAA*
He's awake. I pick him back up with the blanket and he instantly falls asleep.
I put him down again. *WAAA*
I leave for about 2 minutes. Still bawling.
I go back in there & scold him (again, 1 doesn't understand me at all). I pick him up and we rock in the chair. I lay him down again and put the side of his crib up.
*SQUEAK*
*WAA*
I hate the side of the crib but I'm just not tall enough to put him in when it's up without dropping him (well....nah).
So I let him cry. To avoid listening and cringing, I go get the mail. Nothing good.
He's finally asleep after close to a half an hour of trying to put him down so I sneak in to cover him up (with this really cozy blanket Mrs. Spiderlegs made for him!!).
I know it could be worse, but I miss my champ.
I guess we'll have to do the whole crying it out thing again.
Back from square one.
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They are so cuddly in bed, but sometimes you need your space, I feel your pain
His 2nd nap today went a lot better!! Still cried, but less.
PS: this is going to be really cryptic so i'm sorry...but you said something to be a long time ago about the kind of guy i wanted to marry...i don't know if you remember what it was or not, but i wanted to say thanks for saying it. it really sticks in my head and now everytime i think about relationships i remember your comment and smile because you were right and i feel like God is using you to remind me to wait for His perfect will. :) so thanks for being used by God in my life. ;)
Girl, you are doing a great job. How much you care is inspiring. Trust your instincts and trust yourself.
You know that boy and what he needs better than anyone.