That's what I'm doing people, not Ryan!
Update: I wrote this post about two weeks ago...and I'm to the point where I can publish now.. :) There's more to say about his sleeping, but I'll save that for another post, so...here's my thoughts from two weeks ago!I mentioned my goal for food this week was bread. My goal for babies this week was sleeping.
This isn't such a light subject for me. Bear with me while I "write it out"
Before I had babies I sure had a lot of opinions about babies and sleeping. And then Ryan was born. I couldn't sleep the first night he was born because I just wanted to hold him and make sure he was breathing. The thought of him being even a few feet from me was hard to think of, so I held him close and took it all in.
Obviously my postpartum bionic woman of no sleep wasn't going to work...so he started sleeping in his swing seat or a bassinet an arms length from me. And while I was SOOOOO tired, I wanted so much for him to be okay at night that if I couldn't handle being up with him, I'd make sure
someone was...(guess who?)
Insert breastfeeding insanity. Insert a lotta postpartum hormones. Insert a few months and a relatively great schedule that worked well for us!
Seth slowly moved him farther and farther away from me every night until after christmas when we put him in his crib (in our room) and then when we moved to the new place put the crib in the other room...with both doors open it's still feet away, but even then it was a little too far and I set up the pack and play for a few nights in our room to make the adjustment. (ME...making the adjustment. Not the baby. me! who am i??)
Insert a little peer pressure from both ends of the spectrum. and then...Insert that feeling. That
maternal (and paternal) feeling. And insert a probably heavensent friend who knew just how to introduce a method in just the right way with just the right touch to make me think that it'd be okay.
And then we read Sleepsense.
So...we'd tried crying it out before. And seriously, I mean SERIOUSLY, it was NOT the right time. Ryan would work himself up more and more as time went on. Like 2.5 hours time. Not for the faint of heart time. It just wasn't right yet.
But this week...it was right. And it's working for him! He's sleeping great (fingers crossed) and is doing so well! I'm so proud of my little guy. Today=a nap without even a fuss and bedtime crying under 10 minutes before singing and sighing himself to sleep with grover and his blanket.
And guess what? I'M the mess! I cried and cried and cried all day yesterday. My little man is growing up! He doesn't
need me anymore, he can do it himself!
I was quite the sight yesterday as Seth got home from work to a wife trying to feed her baby his mashed potatoes while sobbing...because my baby, my little guy, my baby boy was eating mashed potatoes and smiling away and loving every minute of it, and he was going to go to sleep like a big kid and then wake up in the morning and scoot all around like a big kid and crawl in no time...like a big kid!
Seth has been amazing at helping me find perspective and
balance. He helps me remember that we should focus on how fun he is
now and all the things that we love about the
present. And he's completely right. We are so lucky to have a little baby Ryan that will soon be a toddler ryan and then a kid ryan and then a tween ryan and then a teen and an elder and a missionary ryan and a college ryan and a grad-school ryan and a husband and a dad and a grand-dad ryan! And we've got to enjoy every stage. Treasure it, even. And then, flow to the next stage, gobbling it up. And then...repeat.
Sigh. So, that's the story. Ryan is sleeping like a champ and I kind of don't know what to do with myself. So... I blog. And I plan....I have some good plans!
I absolutely know this is the right thing for our family, it is the right method for us for now, and it's what we all need. And I also won't lie...I was a little selfish about this one...and I didn't mean to be, and I'm still trying hard not to be. I just miss my baby.
....Okay...phew!
Now...for the cuteness.

The other night one of the kiddies brought out Ryan's
Dog that he had lots of his little kiddie pictures with. The friends were SHOCKED at how small it was--they were sure it must have been a bigger dog because Ryan couldn't have been that small (relatively!). So I whipped out the camera for some Six-Month shots. And this is what we got people ;) He's an active little dude!
And...I love him.