It's Potty Time

Yesterday, we started potty training.

So far, bug will pee on the potty, or in his pants, but its a start. I feel like a cheerleader sitting on the bathroom floor saying YAY! But its given me hope to imagine that he won't be in diapers at 4. For all my dislike of his preschool, it has definitely helped the potty training.

Its a good thing and yet bittersweet. I realized that once we *are* potty trained, this means no more long roadtrips to say Rainier without planning places to stop; needing to know where every toilet is near a park, etc.

Sad that it can't all just be good. But I do look forward to one kid in diapers.

Speaking of diapers, Caleb starts the full-time (except overnight) cloth diaper adventure today. At least for now it seems to make the putting the diapers on part more fun. Certainly helps that the kid never poops; solid foods will make for an adventure.

Cry It Out II

3.5 hours of sleep, awake, pat on back, 45 minutes of sleep, feed, put down drowsy but awake and blam, screaming. So it starts; just as we hit the 30 minute point where I was going to console, he faded off to a whimper and was sound asleep 10 minutes later when I checked.

So while amusing myself during the screaming, I ran into this:

http://www.sweet-juniper.com/2005/09/sleep-wars-round-one.html

Sweet Juniper is a blog we've followed for a long time as it has a stay at home Dad. This one is a keeper though.

Cry It Out

We had an inadvertent session of cry it out today. The dear baby Caleb, like his brother, feels compelled to roll over any time he is put on his back. Which meant napping him anywhere but our arms has become impossible, and nighttimes are a disaster (can we say waking every 45 minutes when co-sleeping and not falling asleep for more than 10 otherwise). Meanwhile dear big brother Nathaniel decided that Mama needed to be using tools to clean up the patio. So Dada was left with the joy of soothing the needing a nap and jet-lagged baby.


Poor Caleb, he's so non-distractable which meant that if we did a check and console method he screamed all the louder. So he cried for 45 minutes, and fell asleep on his tummy.

So we join the 40% of parents who tummy sleep their child against APA recommendations. All I can say is good riddance.

Rolling Over

Caleb rolled over back to front for the first time last night and repeated the trick today. 3.5 months old to the day. Mama, though proud, was very much hoping for a looker and a thinker this time around rather than a child on the fast path to catch up with big brother Nathaniel.

The days of swaddling to sleep are over, as are the days of sleeping, at least until he learns how to resettle.