During one of our nights while we were still desperately clinging to our resolve to exile Evan from our bed promptly and permanently, Brad was having a particularly tough night…
Evan woke up at about 2 am and refused to go back to sleep. After about an hour of bouncing, rocking, and walking, Brad returned to our bedroom frustrated and worn out. "I don't know what to do. Evan's just lying in his crib playing with himself," he said angrily.
"What?" My neurotic mother's mind immediately filled with visions of socially inappropriate behavior. Phone calls from Evan's school, therapy, medication – is there medication for that kind of problem?
"He's just lying in his crib blowing bubbles and clapping his hands and talking to himself," he said, throwing himself on our bed.
"You mean he's playing by himself?"
"Yeah."
One word makes a BIG difference.
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