What I’d do with the little guy… well, der Frau had the baby monitor on MY side of the bed, since I was the lighter sleeper of us both. I’d go in, check and see if he were yellow or brown, change if necessary, then sit down in the rocking chair with him, for 100 slow rocks… then I’d gently put him back in the crib.

If it were a feeding time or close to it, and he wasn’t wet or dirty, I’d sing silly songs to him while warming the bottle. (My favorite one was about baby stew… all the ingredients that went into baby formula like used motor oil, smelly socks, rotten cheese, rusty clocks…) Then I’d give him a short bottle and give him the obligatory 100 rocks… and gently lay him back into the crib.

At 5 months, he was waking up once a night. At 7, he shocked us when he slept through the night.

However, that didn’t last all that long. After he was potty trained, he’d walk down the hallway, past the bathroom, knock on the door and wait for me to get up, then without saying a word would go do his business and put himself back to bed…

Guess he just wanted company in the middle of the night! Hey, those bathrooms can be scary!

J.

I love how people will insist on dragging politics into a situation where there isn’t any.