Feb 6th started out great! Max woke up in a great mood, he was talking and smiling. I bundled him up to go to Brittany's because I had to go to work and he was so cute it pulled at my heart to drop him off and drive away.
Max snuggled up, headed to Aunt Brittany's house (LOVE the awesome fleece blanket made by my Aunt Brenda).
But, I made it through the morning and got to go have my daily lunch date with Max. It hit me that since he was sitting up, he could probably sit in a high chair. We don't have a high chair yet so I tried putting him in the high chair at Brittany's.
He, of course, was fine. However, he wasn't too happy happy about it and he looked so small in there.
Max telling me how cute he is. I love all his faces.
So it was a fun, happy day. Until it was time to go to bed. Max DID NOT want to go to sleep. I tried all my tricks. Then I gave up and handed it back over to Peter. He gave up quickly and said "let him cry". Eventually he will cry himself to sleep, right? Wrong. Not my son. He screamed for an hour and a half. No sleeping. At that point I gave in. Clearly he is stronger willed than I am.
Here's a short video of what we listened to for that hour and a half (Peter put head phones in so he didn't half to listen and I sat on the couch using all my mental powers to try and will Max to sleep).
This kid can BREAK ME DOWN. The hour and a half was pure torture for me. I felt so bad listening to him cry. I can only hope that eventually he magically learns to fall asleep on his own because I don't want to have to go through this let-him-scream-it-out thing again.
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