Evan has periodically slept through the night in his own bed, interspersed with not sleeping at all, so we’re not sure what’s going on.
Coincidently, the first night he slept in his own bed, I had been out with some girlfriends who were on the verge of convincing me to let Evan cry it out. He must have telepathically sensed the threat, because that night we didn’t hear a peep from him. Brad and I both woke up feeling like completely new people. Of course, when we woke up, Brad shot out of bed like it was on fire and ran into Evan’s room to make sure he was okay. But after the initial shock wore off, we both realized what we’ve been missing for the past year. Sleep. A full, uninterrupted night’s sleep. It was beautiful.
We were determined to keep the momentum going, but unfortunately the next night Evan didn’t sleep at all – in his bed or in ours.
Since then he’s teased us a couple of times by sleeping through the night in his own bed, just to remind us what we’re missing.
You’d think with how much he loves to mimic us, that would be one of the first things on his list of things to do, but no such luck.
He enjoys teasing us and watching us dance like his little puppets. That’s right. Evan is the Puppet Master and we are his toys.
Our baby is Boss and we are his minions.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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