Rose woke up looking beautiful this morning, her bright eyes fringed with long lashes, plump rosy cheeks and a big smile. Ready to start the day. Her parents, on the other hand, looked like zombies, or at least felt the part. It's amazing to me that our baby can wake up every one to two hours throughout the night screaming for something, and still manage to be happy and playful in the morning. Maybe I shouldn't be so impressed, the baby is getting a full meal and lots of snuggles and hugs each time she wakes up. I wish I could say this was unusual, but I remember writing about the "fatigue" of the Livingston apartment just a week or so ago. Maybe she's teething again - that second tooth is threatening to break through any day now. And maybe her stuffy nose is making it hard to get a comfortable night sleep - her snores have been rivaling her father's the past few nights. But I'm beginning to suspect that the real issues are (1) Rose doesn't know how to put herself to sleep (or she just doesn't care to anymore, since nursing is such an easy way to accomplish the same thing), (2) Rose's understanding of object permanence has recently increased (i.e., mom is really still out there somewhere, even if I can't see her, and if I scream loud enough and long enough she appears to me - bringing her boobs with her), and (3) I've been more than willing to accommodate (in the hopes of a few more minutes of shut-eye for all). Well, enough of that. Tonight we begin Operation Tough Love. Wish us luck.
One important part of establishing good sleep habits, is a consistent bed time routine. This we've had down for a while now (except when we decide to be inconsistent and keep Rose out past her bedtime). Here's a summary (really just an excuse to post some pictures): When Rose and I get home from daycare, Rose is so exhausted that I have to launch right into the routine. It starts with eating some solid food in her highchair. Last night it was carrots:
This is followed by a bath: