All this time--these last nine months--he's nursed himself to sleep. (And I have enjoyed every minute of it!) But it has been getting harder and harder to gently and ever-so-carefully move him from my lap in the rocking chair to his crib without waking him up. And, if the floorboards should creak on the way out of the room or the doorknob catch and make a too-loud click..."Waaaaaaah, Waaaaaah," we're right back at square one.
Mike has been saying for about a month or two now that "it's time," but I just didn't think so. I knew with Merrit when it "was time" and I trusted that my instincts would tell me again when Ollie had crossed the line between needful crying and willful crying.
So, yeah, this week I just knew. We agreed to do it and, the first night, he cried for 23 minutes. Ugggghhhh, it was awful to listen to him and not walk in there! But we hung in there and he finally fell asleep. The next night, he cried for 11 minutes. Tonight, he only cried (and I hesitate to even use the word "cried"...it's actually more like "fussed") for six minutes.
We are getting there. He's doing well and this is an important stage to "love him through."
On another note, we had a pretty lazy day here at home today. In the late morning, Merrit, Ollie, and I went for a walk in the neighborhood. After lunch, our friend Dani came to play for a bit while her mom went to an appointment.
Putting the blue block in the coffee can and dumping it back out again is GREAT FUN. (And Roo looks darn cute playing this game!)
On our mid-morning walk, Merrit shows off a little orange wind-up caterpillar that he received as a gift from friends Andrew, Aaron, and Eve as Ollie looks on.
"Follow me, Ollie!"
Ollie watches the pavement blur by below.
Playing in the play area. What a concept.
Ollie and Dani.
Making friends...
Playing Hot Wheels together.
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