He who shall not be contained

Otherwise titled...things that go BUMP in the night....

For anyone who doesn't know our childrearing challenges, sleeping has definitely been the biggest. Oh, how I love to sleep. And oh, how senor loves to not sleep. Or at least how he loves to sleep while attached to the boob. You name the sleeping strategy, we've read it, googled it to death, tried it and for the most part, failed it. So it was just another evening, earlier this week, when Senor awoke about 10:00, just as Dawson and I were settling in for a movie. We had agreed on yet another cry-it-out session, so we continued to watch the movie when we were greeted with a loud thump that sounded like a 25 pound snowdrift falling off the roof. We looked at each other in semi-disbelief. Could that be Mr.? Yes, senor is no longer excited about the containment of a crib and managed to climb out and hit the floor with quite a thump, all the while not damaging any vital organs and maintaining a firm grasp on his stuffed moose. Dawson thinks maybe he'll be a receiver. So for the most part, we're thanking our lucky stars that we didn't end up with any emergency room trips for stitches and/or broken bones, and both the crib and the cry-it-out appear to have reached their useful limit.

Here's the latest strategy:
Senor demonstrating how comfy it is...
And also how fun....

The first night was an incredibly blissful sleep for Senor from 8:30 at night until 5 am. I woke up at 4 feeling the most rested I have felt in about 16 months and continued to feel awesome the whole day. Why didn't we try this months ago?!?!? Alas, as you and I may have guessed, it was just a fluke. The next night he must have woke up 10 times. So no big revelations for now, but at least we won't be risking head injury.