Ferberized

The Boy is in danger of loosing his 'angel' status.  His wings are on the verge of being clipped. And little does he know it couldn't be worse timing.  With Santa Claus making final preparations, the last thing you want to do is leave a negative impression on the bearded man before he departs for his voyage around the globe.  I tried telling The Boy, but of course he just stares at me befuddled.

In the last 7 months (coincidentally the age of The Boy) I can count the number of times I have slept through the entire night on two hands.  And drastic times call for drastic measures.  Ayden, get ready to get Ferberized.  You see, the boy played his cards too early.  I have become oblivious to the shrill that projects from The Boy's mouth.  Dr. Ferber teaches the 'cry it out method' which would have been nearly impossible for me to follow through with, had Ayden not shown his hand so early.  At this point, crying is like Christmas music.  After a while it gets kind of annoying, but it's bearable nevertheless (full disclosure here...I kinda like Christmas music).

We are getting closer to crawling.  It still resembles an inch worm although he now moves forward and he can cover some ground.  He won't be setting any land speed records, but he can get from here to there.  We learned another trick that I most likely will regret.  He now pounds his fist on the table when he is hungry.  I've tried this as an adult and I can assure you it's not a behavior that will garner a positive reaction from society. 

Ayden recomends a baby jumperoo. Good exercise for baby and a break for Mom and Dad.