Look at this sweet little angel boy:
I think he is trying to kill me.
I don’t know why he would want to do such a thing, since clearly my continued presence on this earth is to his benefit, but the child will not sleep. As a matter of fact, for the past couple of weeks, he’s been waking up so very so sad at about midnight or 12:15…and then again sometime on or before 2:30, and then usually about 5.
I suppose since he is so young, he probably isn’t clued into the fact that I am a terrible sleeper and that his nocturnal nursing parties are keeeeeling me. But really.
I’mabboutadie.
Since he and Joshua share a room, we haven’t been able to Ferber him in awhile. Joshua bunked with Sophie for several months last year while we were trying it out, and I fear we’re going to have to put him back in her room again soon. But the Ferbering has never seemed to stick with Jonah. Blargh.
Well, Sophie started sleeping really well when she was about 15 months old…and Jonah is 13 months…so hopefully I’ve got at least eight weeks of fight left in me! Until then, there’s coffee and Mountain Dew, right?
And at least he’s a cute little killer!
But seriously I’M DYING HERE.



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