Jr is walking. He has taken a few steps here and there on his own, but he is mostly still holding on to things. But that does not stop him from walking all over.
And he is starting to talk.
And I think it is making him not want to sleep. EVER.
Well, really it is that he doesn’t want to slow down to go to sleep.
Rocking in the rocking chair had become part of our routine since he learned to stand on his own, since every night after that looked like high holy mass in his crib – he would sit, kneel, and stand over and over again, and I would sing and pray. A lot.
So rocking worked for us – stories in the chair and rocking and cuddling was the ticket. But now it is a new sport in our house, Rocking Chair Wrestling.
And mommy loses every night.
I think it is time to move on to find the next “something” that works for the final parts of the bedtime routine – and I think it is probably going to involve some crying for Jr, and probably for me.
It is SO trying being in the nursery, sitting in that chair with him, just praying so hard that he will drift off to sleep. He is so tired, and frankly at this point by the time he actually falls asleep he is over tired from an hour of being up and pushing with his little limbs against anything he can feel to push on.
I am starting to dread bedtime every night, because I know it is going to be a battle.
I am fairly anti-Ferber – but I also want to foster a little independence on the journey to sleepy town. I doesn’t help that I seem to have packed my copy of “the No Cry Sleep Solution” in the pre-market packing frenzy at The Tree House.