Let's all self soothe!

Chugging along at 9 1/2 weeks now and before I know it, this kid is going to be doing quantum physics and most likely discovering the cure for cancer...

We've finally got a pretty good routine going on here lately. A solid nap during the day and bed time around 8pm... now what happens at night is a roll of the dice, sometimes we're up all the time, sometimes he sleeps mostly. Those nights we're up all the time and I'm at my wit's end, he always gives me a little grin, a smile, or he starts telling me about his dreams and bein' all laughy, and my frustration immediately goes away and I'm like, "It's cool little man, tell me all about it." -and BOOM! he's got me roped into his game and wrapped around his tiny, chubby finger.

You wanna play at 3am? Sounds good to me...

Seriously though I've gotten to the stage where I think he's awake in his bassinet, but he's not. He'll be making all sorts of noises, throwing his little arms and legs about, and I'm clinging to my bed because I don't WANT to get up! His whole bassinet will be shaking like he's got a few of his friends in there with him, maybe a DJ, and the whole shindig is catered. I'll drag myself to a sitting position and look in thinking "What the hell is going on in there?!"

I thought I heard the faint sound of "Party Rock"

It used to really bother me, but I'm learning that A) he's an active sleeper and B) when he does wake himself up, he is learning to SELF SOOTHE!! 

I never realized how scary Whoopi Goldberg looks here...

It's super cute when he does it too because he sucks on the side of his little fist. I'll hear him playing on his playmat or sitting in his bouncy chair and all the sudden I hear these really loud sucking noises and I know he's got his fist up to his mouth.

You should see the drool that accompanies his fist when he takes it away from his mouth.

It has the strength of tungsten steel.

I swear.

Mommy self soothing...

Honestly, I'm just happy to have him smiling at me again. We had a rocky couple of days there after he got his first round of shots. The nurse who gave him his shots cried and made me feel like an ass because I didn't cry. What I did feel bad about though was the look of betrayal he gave me as he was screaming in my face afterward. 

Hold me closer tiny pin cushion. 

No amount of self soothing could've helped him after that. It was Momma Bear to the rescue! Note to self for next time though... make sure daddy comes to hold his hands down...