slacking

Man, it's definitely been more than ten days and this is only post number nine. I don't feel really bad though because I'm not really sure that more than four people even read this. My mother in law and best buddies and maybe one more person. 

My little guy is busy taking a nap. Thank goodness! Last week he went through a major rebellion and decided he no longer liked naps. Or sleeping in general. Or his crib. I'm pretty sure it's all my fault. 

Last Thursday night, right before bed, he started crawling. (Sigh.) And earlier in the week, I had seen him pull himself up to standing all by himself on his toy box. It started happening more and more frequently. So I did the unthinkable and lowered his crib. Now he thinks it's baby jail. Every single time I lay him in it he immediately pulls himself up to standing, grasping onto the bars, and peers at me from in between them with these giant sad eyes (and sometimes big sad tears) and wails. Not little whimpers or cries, but "Mommy-How-Could-You-Do-This-To-Me?!!?!?" kind of cries. Heart. Breaking.

I am so glad that today is better. It did take rocking him to sleep...three times...but he's asleep now and that's great. Saturday, for example, he slept less than two hours all day long. He was one sad and miserable little dude. Until all the ladies showed up. Then he was one happy camper. He's such a flirt. 

The end. I'll add some pictures in the next post. 

When he's awake and well rested. : )