We’re going on about 2 hours now; the endless crying and snotty sobbing, the getting out of bed, the wails for Mamaaaaaaa!! echoing throughout what my whole being senses as the entire neighborhood.
Remember this post, Retraced Steps? The one where we took Ty’s binky/pacifier/chupie/whatever you want to call the plastic baby crack? After a week of sleep deprived everyone, Bry and I acknowledged that sometimes it’s not about being right, it’s about timing for all parties included. We gave Ty his binky back for naps and bedtime to ensure all four people in our household slept again until a future date. Lesson learned.
Until last night.