BUT IT IS ROCKET SURGERY!!!
Because this boy turned everything upside down. All of my tricks. All of the tricks of everyone else in the universe. Yes, everyone in the universe told me what to try. I cannot believe I used to be THAT GIRL with THE ANSWER. Ewwwwwwwww.
None of them worked. I became the mom that the other secretly judgey moms judged.
(I totally deserved it.)
Until... he slept his very first FULL night in his crib. On his ten month birthday. TEN MONTHS. Not ten weeks. Yep. Judge away. I can take it. If I can take ten months of horrible sleep, I can take a little judgement.
But you know what ten months does to you? Makes you a little irrational. Superstitious. Paranoid. Loco.
These little moose jammies? I am operating under the delusion that they are woven of magical sleeping glitter. Because the first time he wore them, was the first time that he slept straight through.
So guess what he wore again last night?
Yep. Hello moose.
Those moose worked their magic again.
Guess what is in the washing machine right this very moment?
He might just wear them every single night until he moves out of the house.
(Thanks Kendra. The moose are my fave.)