Sleep chronicles, part 2

I am a wimp. I admit it. here. freely. to the whole wide web. I have given in to babies and have been sleep trained by them. They clearly have read more books on the subject. There must be some hidden messages in Moo Baa LaLaLa that tell babies how to wear down poor pitiful mothers so that they will, after only a week or so of training, submit to your will.

'Crying it out' in our house should really be called 'puking it out' as that's what they do. Z specifically. and I am tired of changing pjs and sometimes crib sheets.

I also decided that this cannot possibly go on for ever. They are 9 1/2 months now. C shows little to no interest in nursing during the day and I'm pretty sure that once she discovers the true functionality of the sippy cup, I will become obsolete in her world. She is also working on crawling... right now she looks like a little green army man with epilepsy, but she'll get there. When she does, I will have to tie a rope around her to find her. Z may hang in there for a few more months, but I have a feeling both babies will be self-weaned by the fall, if not sooner.

Of course, now that I've said that I'll be back complaining in august.

But since they are really only getting up twice a night and it isn't likely to last much longer, I've given in and I let them nurse for the two minutes they want and snuggle in bed with me. I'm trying to soak up all the 'baby' I can these days. They are looking more and more like big girls and I know I'll miss the baby days in the not so distant future.

And NO, this will NOT make me want more. I said I will miss those days, not that I've had a complete frontal lobotomy. I have pictures, this blog, and a paper journal to remind me of what it was really like.

a basketful of babies

sleep chronicles part 1

they refused to go to bed last night until H came home. at 8:30. I gave them a bath at around 7, put them in their pjs, nursed them both. They weren't the slightest bit tired. so we read some books on the bed and sang some songs. still not a yawn. I put them in the crib. Petey left the room as his ears are more sensitive than mine. I gave in and took them to the living room. I put them onthe floor and put all the toys away. Then I sat on the couch and read a magazine, ignoring them. they rolled around and sucked their thumbs. When H finally got home, they cracked up laughing and he put them to bed one at a time, with nary a complaint.

Chloe got up at 12:30 for a quick snack and a cuddle and then there was not a peep until 6am. At 6 they both nursed and got clean diapers. No one would go back in the crib. I made a baby sandwich and we all fell back asleep until 8:45.

So needless to say there was no morning nap. by 12 there was freaking. crying and sobbing and eye rubbing and yet, hungry for lunch. I fed them yogurt through the blubbering.

Now they are napping. let's hope I get a good two hours out of this as it's likely to be the only nap they take today.

Do you think they really could be waiting for H to come home to go to bed? Or is there something fundamentally wrong with how I place them in the crib? Oy.