Judge Me if you want...

Little Wiley is growing so fast!

We always get the same question about him,

"How is he sleeping?"

Uh.

This little pumpkin takes a cereal bottle around 8 o'clockish

and we don't see him again until the morning.

The question they SHOULD be asking is:

"How is Hughes sleeping?"

They would then get an ear FULL!

It would go something like this.

Horrible.

Act of flippin' congress to get this little bugger bear to bed.

Torture.

Full Blown.

Like Chinese Water Torture...people.

Hughes had a weekend on the 4th of July weekend that rocked his world.

And he hasn't gone back since.

Hughes slept through the night from 8 weeks on.

Down at 7:30 p.m.

Up around 7:30 a.m.

Heavenly.

Well rested.

Happy Baby.

Back to the 4th.

Timeline:

Hughes had his SECOND set of tubes on the 3rd of July.

4th of July he had fireworks, airplanes and lots of people.

We are assuming the tubes allowed him to clear out his ears and hear better?

The night of the 4th, he crawled out of his pack and play.

He slept in the bed with Kent and I.

Kent and I didn't sleep.

We get home.

He crawls out of his crib.

Twice.

Time for a big boy bed.

Some sweet friends let Hughes borrow a bed they weren't using at the moment.

Now, our bedtime routine goes something like this:

Hughes gets book (sometimes two), song and prayer in the rocker with one lamp on.

Hughes gets in his bed.

Mommy ALSO gets in his bed.

Or Daddy sits in the rocker reading kindle until Hughes goes to sleep.

Hughes goes to sleep.

Adult TIPTOES out.

Hughes hears the tiptoe.

Screams.  LOUD.

Cries.

Aimlessly runs around the house until he finds Mommy or Daddy.

Pulls us back to the bedroom.

(Can you tell who is wearing the pants here?)

Bedtime routine starts over again.

Then, sometime in the middle of the night, Hughes comes and gets in our bed.

Torture.

Literally.

Like woke up to a foot in my lip one morning.

Walked around with a fat lip for two days.

No exaggeration.

Wake up with bruises.

Vertical Mommy and Daddy.

Horizontal Hughes.

Hear me?

This MUST stop.

We're desperate people.

So, judge me if you want.

I really don't mind.

We starting bribing him.

Yip.

If Hughes sleeps ALL NIGHT in his bed, he gets to go to the store and get a toy.

I know, parenting at its lowest.

But.

Sleep trumps "parenting"...for this incident anyway.

So, Thursday night Hughes slept ALL night in his bed.

I took him to the store and let him pick out ANYTHING he wanted.

He doesn't know it, but the price tag didn't matter.

(Until he saw a light up Percy for $17.96...and all she does is LIGHT UP!  That toy better run on a track or clean up toys for $17.96!)

Hughes loved Spencer.  Three dollars cheaper and you get "wagons" to connect to him.  AND he goes by himself...with batteries...of course.  But, hey, I figure we can add to Spencer!

P.S. People.  You can judge us again today.  Because we will be going back to the store.  Hughes slept through the night last night TOO!  Last night he told me he wanted a Dinosaur movie and a train, when we were talking about prizes if we slept all night. 

We shall see what he chooses!

(Are we the only ones sinking this low?)

Disclaimer:  This WILL NOT go on forever.  Just until he gets the point of sleeping in his big boy bed is a huge accomplishment.  Then the toy buying will cease.  If you know me, you know that I have issues with buying toys on normal days.  But this is NO NORMAL day people. These days are precious.  Rested pieces of precious!