We are no longer on the “Ferber” method. I use quotes, because given the amount of research we’ve done we barely know what that method is. But the new plan is cry it out without coming in the bedroom. Tonight he fell asleep on the breast so we didn’t have to put ourselves to the test. Basically, this is what we hope for every night.
We’ve made Leo cry so much in the past few days. First we tried all the bedtime crap. Then today we helped Dan and Becca move and we left Leo asleep for his in a separate room and when he woke up, we weren’t there. And he cried and we didn’t even hear him. By the time I made it in he had tears streaming down his face. It was so sad.
Not only am I terrible at spelling but I’m terribly inconsistent. If you pay attention to such things, which I hope you don’t, you’ll notice that I’ve spelled “bedtime” three different ways in the past two blog posts. I think b-e-d-t-i-m-e, one word, no hyphens, is my favorite. I hope to stick to it.
Leo looks more and more like me everyday. See a spittin’ image:
Well maybe you can’t see. Because no one else sees this. Today we met a friend of Dan and Becca’s during their move. She saw Caleb holding Leo and said “looks just like his father”. Why do people keep saying this? I had to jump in, “No he doesn’t. Look again. Don’t you think he looks like me?” At which point she conceded that he looked like both of us.
I just showed Caleb the picture above to try to prove my point. He had me pose on the ground on all fours to compare. Me on all fours, the computer next to me with the picture on display. “Little different” he says. Whatever.
We’ve “started solids”. Leo’s solid for today was prunes, a fruit not often associated with the word “solid”. To digress for a second, I wonder why the baby food was called “prunes”. You see all baby food for stage 1 solid eating comes all smooshed up in a wet form. So what I don’t understand is do they dry the plums to make them into prunes and then re-hydrate them to make them into baby food or do just smoosh up the plums but call them prunes? This idea is quite strange because for adults those marketers have started calling prunes dried plums. So perhaps for babies, they call plums prunes to highlight their medicinal aspect, but for adults then call prunes plums to hide it.
Leo likes to razz the food, spit the food on me, and grab at the container of food with his clean little hands. It makes the thought feeding him something I don’t look forward to and hence don’t do everyday, because that’s just the kind of mom I am. But we fed him prunes yesterday and today. Tomorrow perhaps he can get something cleaner like applesauce.
I’m also not the kind of mom to crush up real food in a little food chopper. Many modern parents do this. I’m not sure why. It may be cheaper. It may be healthier. At least for families that have cleaner kitchens than we do it might be healthier. And when I say modern parents, if I think for a second, this seems like the kind of thing my own mom probably did. But alas, I am more wasteful than my mom. I also don’t wash plastic sandwich bags after I use them. I just throw them away.
Worst than lost breast milk, on Friday I got to work and promptly locked my keys and computer and cell phone in the truck. Caleb just turned off our home phone for some very good reason that I can’t keep track of and of course I didn’t know his cell phone number. So my morning was spent calling the people whose cell phone numbers I did know to ask what my husband’s phone number was. It was donut day at work so I was able to bring Caleb an apple fritter for saving me, but not without eating half of it first.
Just before writing this post I took all the 6 month clothes that don’t fit out of Leo’s dresser. 9 months only. I’ve done this clean out once before. It makes me so nostalgic. He can’t wear that cute fuzzy that he wore on Christmas again. Nor can he where that orange rhino suit that he is wearing in his gardener blog post. I barely recognize the baby in the photo album I made a as Christmas present for Caleb of Leo’s first eight weeks. Who is that little Halloween baby?
No poops since Monday.