But then, just like every time I get too smug and ambitious, the universe slaps me back down. This kid will not sleep and when he does it is fitful at best. I've found him with his head up against the edge of the crib every time I went in to him last night (after starting out in the middle) and I went in a lot.
I've just finished with a 1 1/2 hour stint of trying to get him to sleep only to be rewarded with open peepers when I put him down. And this after he cried like we were pulling his nails out from 6-7. I've never needed a glass of wine worse on a Monday. and my box only had 1/2 a glass left.
Chris is with him now. I know he didn't want to go, but that kiddo can smell milk from across the room and I've already tried the nurse to sleep trick for too long this evening.
Why is this happening? Is he teething early? Did DST (the most useless thing our government has ever done for us) mess him up this badly? Does my baby hate me? I have no clue. All I know is that I will tolerate it because I have no choice. and 5 minutes removed from it, it won't seem so bad.
because I'm crazy? No, because of this little face...
13Mar12 Update: last night he slept great and only woke up twice (I'm not counting the fact that I found him awake and talking at 6:45 since I don't think he ever got back to sleep). Maybe it was DST after all. Or maybe he's just a baby and every day is a new adventure.

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