We went to Arizona this weekend (the 8th state you've been to.) Grandma and Grandpa were there from Florida, and we all stayed at Uncle Matt and Aunt Robin's house. You loved the house and inspected every corner of it, played with all of Jade and Grant's old toys, and flung food all over the floor for the dogs to eat. You were a hit with everyone, and you absolutely love your Grandma.
Unfortunately, this all meant that you were far too excited to sleep. At all. This included one entire day with no naps, and one very long night of Dad patting you back to sleep every 10 minutes. It was rough.
Now that we're home, we have embarked on a new round of sleep training, and it is truly turning into a test of wills. Dad and I have spent the last two nights in the living room, drinking wine and reading aloud from Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child to remind ourselves that it is ok to let you cry. (Ok, last night I was the only one drinking and the only one reading aloud. But cut me some slack--I hate it when you're upset.) The problem is that you stand up in your crib and refuse to lie back down. One night you stood up for 5 hours. We went in several times to return you to a prone position, but you popped up immediately after we left. Where oh where did you get this stubborn streak?
The good news is that last night was better. We're making progress.
Despite your lack of sleep, you've been in a remarkably good mood (if a bit clingy.) You are still in love with your books and can sit for prolonged periods of time flipping pages and moving every single book from one side of you to the other, and then back again, all while ignoring us and our video camera.
Your newest odd habit: when you're done "eating" a banana, there is an entire banana left and a bunch of mouse-like nibbles all over the peel. Dad assures me this is ok, but I'm not sure he really knows since he's not a doctor. Or a nutritionist. Or a monkey scientist.
You have fallen head over heels for zucchini, love to read Spot Goes to the Park with Dad, and bit me about 37 times in the arm while we were in Arizona. And yet, I still find you utterly charming.
Love,
Mom
