He’s 11 months and I’m down to one feeding a day with this guy. He takes the sippy cup like a champ and pounds the food. He had his first try of ice cream. He got more on his face than in his mouth and he was loving every minute.
He is into everything. All the time. He will find anything that is not secured shut. He does not do stairs and we’ve barricaded the staircase.
After being woombie free for 3 months, I broke down today and put him in it. We have been struggling (for over a month) with sleeping during the day – corresponding with him becoming completely mobile. He gets in his crib and immediately sits up or stands and refuses to lay down. And no, he will not cry himself to sleep. Seeing him exhausted today, I put him down for a nap and he cried and cried. After a while, I rummaged through the garage to find the box of baby clothing and I pulled out a woombie and swaddled him.
That stinker fell asleep within 5 minutes!! I was elated to have a napping child in the afternoon and then disgusted with myself that I resorted back to the swaddle. Desperate times call for desperate measures. I want to think I’m strong enough to not use it again – but there’s a part of me that can’t be trusted.