So, we're on day three of the sleep (re-) training. I was reading in one of my parenting magazines (from like four months ago, but I'm just now getting around to reading it) that this one woman and her husband take walks before bedtime with their daughter. The fresh air tires her out and gives the adults some energy, so I thought, "What the hell?" Today, after a dinner of rice cereal and squash (Wylie's, not mine), I retied my Reeboks and loaded him into the stroller. We just a did a nice leisurely walk around the block and he really enjoyed it. We came home and he rolled around on his quilt with his toys and then I took him upstairs. I nursed him, read him a couple stories and then rocked him a little. I put him down drowsy but awake and left the room. And he cried for maybe 8 minutes and now? SILENCE. Blessed silence. Thank you, Lord!
On a side note: I never got around to making those individual portions of lasagna. It's been moved up on my to-do calendar. Right after, "Clean out the freezer some". You know, so I can fit those individual portions of lasagna in there. So right now, I'm eating some leftover Italian wedding soup, some chili, some spaghetti sauce, and other little tidbits I have in there. Which should last me some while until my BFF gets here.
Oh, and I am officially an Avon lady. Will get you all the website address as soon as I have it finalized. :)
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