Henry turned 8 months old last Sunday. I was warned that this would happen. My friends have said, "...time flies, take advantage of this time, cherish every moment, he'll be walking before you know it, next thing you know he'll be starting school..." So why is it that people look at me like I'm crazy when I share with them, if asked, that I still rock him to sleep and that we will go in to comfort him in the night if he cries. "...he needs to learn to put himself to sleep, just let him entertain (cry) himself, he's manipulating you..." Why, if time really is so precious with our little guy, would I want to spend it listening to him wail?
Case in point: I was rocking the "little manipulator" to sleep the other night and he had drifted off several minutes earlier. I was starting to drift off as well when I heard a couple little chuckles. I looked down and there he was apparently having the loveliest dream with a big smile on his face and every so often he would let out a little giggle and sometimes even a snort! Priceless! Why would I ever want to miss this? Again, call me dramatic, but it's bad enough that I miss all the adorable (okay, sometimes not so adorable) things that he does for the 8 hours that I don't see him during the day, why would I opt to miss this? Anyway, just a thought.
Meanwhile teeth are sprouting. 5 total! Get a look at this mug!
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