As I said, there seems to be absolutely no rhyme or reason for why sometimes Tiny Boy sleeps and sometimes he doesn't. Let's be clear: mostly he doesn't, but it's still SO MUCH BETTER than it used to be that I really can't complain. While I'm not happy about using various pharmaceutical sleep aids (Benadryl, mostly, with some Xanax thrown in there on occasion), I'm sleeping well enough that I can THINK during the day. And do things like my job.
But consistently for the past week or so Tiny Boy has woken up around 5:00 and, instead of asking for a bottle, starts yelling about TOYS. "My b[all]oon, my b[all]oon" (huh?) or this morning "DINO!" which was a birthday gift from LG and I promptly fetched from his crib because he wouldn't stop crying about it. And he immediately cuddled with it and went back to sleep.
What gives, Tiny Boy?
But consistently for the past week or so Tiny Boy has woken up around 5:00 and, instead of asking for a bottle, starts yelling about TOYS. "My b[all]oon, my b[all]oon" (huh?) or this morning "DINO!" which was a birthday gift from LG and I promptly fetched from his crib because he wouldn't stop crying about it. And he immediately cuddled with it and went back to sleep.
What gives, Tiny Boy?
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