Momfessions: Sleeping Together

Todd wants Tempess to sleep in her bed. I don't mind.

Tempess wants to sleep with Mommy. I don't mind that either.

As much as I like having a bed to myself (since 90% of the time someone falls asleep on the futon in front of the PS3), I also like that warm, fuzzy feeling I get when little arms wrap around my neck and giggle "I luh zhoo!"

Nothing says sweet dreams like a toddler who wants you to be a part of their every moment, both waking and sleeping.

But nothing says wine like a toddler who wants you to lay still while they reenact Five Monkeys and you got ish to do.

For now, I choose the former. It gets me through the long days and lets me know that even when I think I'm messing this Mommydom thing up, somebody thinks I'm doing it right.

When Crying It Out Goes Wrong

I've been very open about my feelings towards the crying it out method. It's just not something I can do, but we continue to struggle with the bedtime routine. Todd asked me to put my Beats on to drown her out because "she has to learn."

I wanted to fight and protest and put my foot down. How dare he say MY baby has to cry it out?!!?!!? Who does he think he is?!?!?! Oh wait, he's her father. *sigh* So to honor his wishes, I did just that tonight.

First, I could still hear her. Second, she cried nonstop for at least four or five songs. Third, I looked up to find a crying, flustered Temi running towards me full force.

Catch that?

Let's rewind.

I put her in her crib. I closed her door. She ran to me in the living room.

So much for crying it out.....