I love that when babies start to run they throw their hands up for balance. It is by far the cutest thing Gideon has done. We were told it would be a fast transition from walking to running. The books/blogs/parents didn't lie. All the boy does is run laps around the living room. And we are blessed/cursed with a dare devil. The kid has no problem when he eats it face first into the ground. He's running, full speed, then BAM! eats it hard, crawls over to whatever is close, stands up, and gets to running again. No tears, no whining.
I have been getting a lot of advice: (thank you very much!) on sleep solutions. Nothing has changed yet. In fact last night I suffered this sleep log:
11:20- get him from the crib and give him a teet.
12:20- roll over to the other side and pull out boob.
1:20- roll over and pull out boob.
3:20- roll over and pull out boob.
5:20- roll over and pull out boob.
6:15- final alarm clock goes off. Because, well, I set 4.
That's what it's been like the last couple weeks. I want to stab myself in the eye.
Other than that the boy is a joy.
God save me from my restless nights....
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