On Monday something clicked with me, or something gave out...
I had reached my ultimate limit with the co-sleeping.
2.5 years and I could not do one more night.
Monday night we began sleep training, Supernanny style with me sitting in the floor next to his bed, no eye contact, no touching, no speaking. Jude has done relatively great, and has really exceeded my expectations. (Sometimes it's good to have low expectations.)
This pic is from Wednesday. I had kept him up during nap times, not allowing him to sleep in order for him to be utterly exhausted for bedtime. On this particular day I packed us lunches, packed lots of water , and lathered him in sun block expecting to stay out at the playground from 10:30 to 1:00 during his sleepiest time of the mid-day. For whatever reason, he wanted to come "home" after 45 minutes of playing. A few hours later, inside, and still lathered in sun block, his eye turned red. And then in a matter of minutes it completely swelled shut. It just did not open up and my heart ached. It was an afternoon of slight panic and a rush to the eye doctor. Lo and behold I shouldn't have lathered him in grown-up sun block. Both of his eyes reacted terribly to grown up sunblock. (No worries, 48 hrs later and he's all better, and we've purchased tear free children's sun block for the summer.)
This is a picture of day 3 after sleep training. (Sleep training really means that we either wake up super early or we have a few hours of sleeplessness combined with lots of screaming and whining in the middle of the night.) He fell asleep on the couch while I was in the bathroom blow-drying my hair. Okay, so maybe I had showered at 11:00 am. Don't judge. We had already been out of the house. Promise.) I took a pic of him on my phone and sent it to Brett. Brett responded with this text: "I've always wanted a kid who would fall asleep on the couch."
And this is after I transferred him to his comfy bed, Buzz included.
On Thursday we got a 4th of July goodie package from Grammy Jill and Pops. Jude had been walking around the house all afternoon in his new flip flops, minus pants of course. He was having his lunch on the couch and he was a never ending giggle box.
Can I just tell you that I love little things like this? I love, love, love, that he eats both ends of the burrito, and then eats the middle. Seeing those random bites makes my life better.
And then today we had fun with stickers taking turns decorating each other's faces. This is my life, and I cherish it.