Greetings Little One

More Thanksgiving photos!

         

He looks like he knows more than he’s willing to admitting.

Thanksgiving Day!

We spent Thanksgiving Day in New Jersey, little ones, at the home of Uncle Michael’s parents, Barry and Shelley.

            

Frightened Mommy

This is what your mother looks like while watching The Walking Dead, little ones.

She does not handle scary things well.

Look who found his thumb!

  

Progress with a painful price

You’re beginning to sit up on your own, little one.

   

That’s the good news, unless of course you ask Mommy. If she had her way, you would remain an infant forever.

The bad news is that you’ve also begun rolling over on your own, meaning that we can no longer swaddle you at night. As expected, this lack of swaddling impacted your sleep considerably last night.

On Wednesday night, you slept for almost 13 hours straight without a peep.

Last night you wailed for 40 minutes after I put you to bed, and you cried again for lengthy stretches of time at 10:00 and midnight. 

Listening to a crying baby is never easy, and I was home alone last night, which compounded the difficulty.

Except I wasn’t actually alone.

After putting you to bed, I joined Clara in her bedroom to read books, sing to her, brush her teeth and tuck her in. As we read, we listened to you cry on the other side of the wall. At one point I said, “Poor Charlie. I hate to listen to him cry.”

Clara said, “He’ll go to sleep, Dad. He just has to cry for a little while.”

I told Clara that Mommy and I did the same thing for her when she was a baby, because we knew how important it was to teach her to go to sleep on her own. Clara is a child who loves her bed so much that she refused to sleep in our bed after suffering an allergic reaction. Instead, I had to wake up every hour to check on her.

If done right, sleep training works wonders. But it’s not easy. 

“It was so hard listening to you cry, too,” I told Clara. “But we wanted you to grow up and be a good sleeper.”

Clara smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

It still wasn’t easy to listen to you cry it out in his crib, but after talking to Clara, it was a little easier.

The wisdom of a three year old. I know many parents who would do well to follow it. Myself included. 

Don’t believe the hype

While preparing to head to New Jersey for Thanksgiving, little one, you proclaimed that we would be traveling to "the great country of New Jersey."

Someone has clearly led you astray in your estimation of that state.

Foster Farm!

       

Scientific lexicon

You know the word astronaut, but you seem to prefer the word space shipper, little one.

Mommy and I approve.

Mommy made the hat

But I take half credit for making the baby.