Sleep, Sleeep, Sleeeeeep!

So I just re-read my post from October, and all I can say is, "oh well." My little Scooter (not his real name) got the hang of going to sleep on his own, then the holidays came, we travelled, and it looks like we're back to square one.

Each night brings all the anxious & hopeful feelings of successful sleepers everywhere right into the baby's room, and we begin the bedtime dance. Some nights he goes to sleep just fine, other nights ... not so much. He's better at doing it on his own than he used to be, but I still find myself praying to the sandman each night to help him drift off peacefully and sleep through the night.

My husband is much better at letting him cry for a little while and then helping him go back down on his own. It's like he works some kind of magic in there that I haven't figured out yet. I'm just a sucker for the little guy and he knows it, so the desperate cries and theatrics generally get the better of me after a while. I know ... I have to be strong and keep in mind that it's better for him in the long run if he figures out how to go to sleep by himself. I'm trying. For now, I just have to KEEP trying and toughen up against the sweetest little guy in the world. Put in a good word with the sandman for me and wish me luck!