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Hey Bozo – I saw that post… I haven’t read the comments yet though. I’m always skeptical since everyone swears up and down about some book or other but we might just read it in case it offers anything we can use. Ronin sleeps maybe 11 hours per night on a good night and as little as 7 on a bad one. Mostly our problem is getting her to sleep. She fights it and the only way we can get her down is to hold tight her flailing arms and legs. Let her do her own thing in the crib and she is all over the place–soon enough she gets pissed and starts clawing at her face. I have a feeling she’s going to be a dramatic teenager.
I’d get more sleep if I also went to bed at 6:30. Sigh. We never seem to get to bed ourselves until around midnight and she gets me up to feed her shortly thereafter. With her penchant for waking up ready to GO DO SOME STUFF before the bleeding sun rises, it’s seems like I’ve only managed to sleep for a couple of hours.
Ginger – she really looks like a little kid sometimes. When I look in the mirror at myself holding her I remember how tiny she used to be and it’s a *sob*sniff* moment. I think she’s had a growth spurt recently–she seems a lot bigger than just a month ago when we were in Maine.
I love whatever hair products you are using on Ronin’s punked up locks. She is one edgy, punky little kid. And yes—she looks longer and leaner, somehow, than when we were in Maine. Not so much pudgy baby-fat. She is a lovely mix of both Joshua and Cheyenne and maybe a bit of fox. –Gramma Peg
Ditto on your comment about sleeping through the night, Cheyenne. I think we’ve been given every book and every piece of advice out there on this subject, but there always seems to be something (illness/teething/growth spurt/malevolent faeries) that keeps Alden from sleeping through the night. One thing that’s brought me some comfort was something that my British boss told me – apparently in England it’s common wisdom that poor sleeping is a sign of great intelligence. This is my new mantra at 3 am …