Baby is One!

So the baby boy turns 1 today, and this marks the 364th day I haven’t slept through the night (he slept through the night exactly one time, a few weeks ago when he was down for the count with a cold). He’s been nursing through the night (I’m talking 6/7ish, 10/11ish, 1:30ish, 4:30ish – he’s practically still on a newborn schedule, for the love of God) for what seems like an eternity, and I’ve decided that 1 year marks as good a point as any to learn about disappointment and change.

So, come Friday night, we’re sending the 3 year old away to my parents’ house and embarking on what will likely prove to be a very long night of baby anger (not so much tears – he just gets MAD if he doesn’t get his way, the little pi**er). Because I just can’t take it anymore. I know I should probably nurse him until he’s about ready to pack up for college, but my health is actually suffering from the chronic lack of good sleep, and it’s time for C. to contribute to – as I read another blogger mention somewhere – the family harmony.

(FWIW, I’m not asking him to go cold turkey. We just need to stop doing it all night long).

And today is M2’s preschool program. It promises to be an amusing and adorable 12-minute extravaganza.