hide-n-(sensory)-seeking

Below is a very blurry, very zoomed in picture of my baby. I took it from the door without going in the room. I almost didn't take it at all for fear of waking her just by being there! Today, for the first time ever, on purpose, for me, she fell asleep all by herself for a nap on a day that Daddy is at work. Without nursing. And without me in the room! After lunch and a fresh diaper. I took her to the room. We read If You Give a Pig a Party. Then I asked her if she wanted to read books or lay down and I sing her a song. She wanted to lay down. I gave her the option of putting her blanket on or putting pants on. After several attemps she wouldn't cooperate. So I told her, 'no pants, no song.' She still refused. So I gave her stack of books and told her to stay in her bed, "first, look at books. Then, lay down and rest." When I came to check on her later, much to my astonishment, she was asleep! Totally doing the silent happy dance!!!! She definitely ...

Sleep.   More specifically, the lack of it.   Some of you may have noticed that my frequency in posting has dwindled in the last couple of months. To a complete stand still over the last few weeks.   I have about a million and one things I wish to write about, but my brain simply refuses to function without the minimal requirement of sleep. And that, up until the last couple of weeks, was not something that I was attaining.   Not.   Even.   Close.   Yes, after weeks of work to get Kit used to sleeping in her bed for large portions of the night, we had finally all been settling down and snoozing happily (mostly) in our own places.   Then her molars started coming in. And are still coming.   It took over two weeks of her waking nearly every twenty minutes (on the worst nights), and being squirmy and restless when she was asleep, and wanting to nurse (pacify) from the moment I lay down to the hour she final...