This may well mean little to you, and perhaps you've even rolled your eyes in reading my tales of sleep deprivation and late night drives with Emily all in an effort to woo her to sleep. We simply could not bear to have her cry herself to sleep if we could help it.
With Jared it was the same -- which lead to many torturous nights and to Jared not learning to sleep through the night until he was a year old. Emily's path started better but taken far worse turns, which has wreaked havoc. And what's more -- her sleeping habits are almost entirely our own fault.
So last night we resolved to leave her alone in her crib for the sake of our sanity. Emily bore it moderately well -- Michelle actually seemed to suffer the most. After a few hours of crying, though, Emily put herself to sleep.
Now we just have to get her to learn to stay asleep.
Oh, and in the meantime, we made a gingerbread house and watched "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer" and "Frosty the Snowman":
(I'd like to think Jared was listening intently to my tutelage, but he's actually watching the TV)
(Michelle would have you know that she crafted the front. I would have you know that I made sure not a drop of frosting went to waste)
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Did you guys use a tool kit? That is some seriously rockin' looking sugar cookie house, makes me very excited....So much to look forward to
You asked in a previous blog if there was anything more depressing than a Charlie Brown holiday special. Yes, there is: Rudolph the Rednose Reindeer circa 1964. In a world of animation nirvava known as CGI only reruns of the Lawrence Welk Show on PBS inductes more comas than Burl Ives' singing snowman.
*induces, not inductes*
You tread dangerous ground when you starting messing with Rudolph.
I happen to know for a fact that Santa monitors this blog.
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