so close

This week you shocked us by actually going to sleep at 7:30 p.m. and waking up at 4:30 a.m. That is a first. We've been having a rough go since you are sleeping in our closet and all with letting you cry. Dad loudly sighs and conveniently rolls over and hits me with his arm or something similar when you wake him up at night crying, as if I'm not lying awake hoping you will just fall back to sleep. After a week or so of waking up every hour and a half or so, I decided it was time to try something new, so I let you cry it out once (it only took about 30 minutes) and you slept for 9 hours. Unbelievable. Dad used earplugs.

You are also crawling now. Woo Hoo! It's not your preferred method of getting around, but you tolerate it. You'd much prefer to grab my hands and sprint, but my back can only handle so much of that. You will attempt to pull up on about anything and are finally mastering that as well. It's a fun stage and we're enjoying it.

Dad decided to take you and Eve out last weekend without me. He didn't take any milk, just a bag of snacks and when you returned about 5 hours later fast asleep I asked how the day went. Dad reported that you ate an entire roll of Ritz crackers. They have since become your favorite food and will satisfy you under almost any circumstance. I don't know if that's a good thing or bad, but at least you are happy.

Of course you now say dada. Maybe if I had tried Ritz crackers instead of the more traditional pureed vegetable, you'd be saying mama right now, but there's no way to tell. You are clapping your hands and cheering for yourself when you pick up your own finger food and dropping anything you have in your hands while you're in your high chair just to hear the words Uh-oh which you think is funny. Your first two little teeth are like small razors that almost break the skin when you manage to bite down on my finger and the drool is a constant flow at this point. All those things make you you.