I’m having a horrible night. I don’t want to do this any more. I want to sleep, and I want him to sleep, and taking 3 hours to try to get him to sleep is ridiculous. I give up. I fail at attachment parenting.
Instead of sitting here crying, I’m going to post recent pictures, because it’s been a while.
Standing next to the crate to show how tall he’s gotten.
I just woke up. (Notice the paci-mark embedded on his chest.)
Check out my AWESOME hair!
Mommy and me!