My little man is awesome! I just love
him.

I told you about Friday’s nap (or
nap process, anyway) and how he ended up back in the crib.
Friday night we went out to Alan’s company’s holiday party. It
was at the local science museaum and everyone had fun. We
didn’t get home until 10:00pm though, so we put him right into
the toddler bed and he fell asleep in about 5 minutes. Today we
decided to try Love & Logic (this is what my lost post from
last weekend was about) on him. We asked if he wanted to take
his nap in the new bed or the crib (he chose new bed, of
course), so we put him down in the new bed. We told him that he
needs to stay in the bed and not get up. Then Alan and I sat
down outside his door. Lex stayed in bed for almost 10 minutes,
talking to himself and doggie, but then he got up and came over
to the door. This part kind of broke my heart. I opened the
door and he gave me a big grin and said “HI” :) I picked him up
and said “So sad. (his face dropped) If you can’t stay in the
new bed then you have to take your nap in the crib.” He wailed.
We put him down in the crib. He wailed for a few minutes,
occaisionally saying “so sad,” then fell asleep pretty quickly.
Tonight we did the regular bedtime routine (home at a decent
hour, that’s always a good start) and asked again if he wanted
to sleep in his new bed or the crib. He chose the new bed, of
course. So we put him down and reminded him that he has to stay
in the bed and not get up. I sat outside his door for 30
minutes, listening to him talk to himself, recite almost all of
Goodnight Moon and several nursery rhymes. At one point he even
said “doggie sit in chair, doggie in chair” and I was all
prepared to go in there, but then he said “no, no, no, stay in
new bed.” So smart!! I did have to go in once because he fell
out of the bed and hit the floor, crying, saying “hurt self,
hurt self.” :) I went in and hugged him and put him back in the
bed. He was happy. Now he’s asleep in his new bed! I love
him!!

And as I write this the new baby
is rumbling in my belly. Sometimes I get very direct kicks (or
elbows, punches, who knows…), but othertimes the baby just
rolls over or something and my whole belly rumbles. It’s so
cool. We hit 30 weeks this week. Eeek…. March is going to be
here in no time!