Saturday, October 13, 2012

Mom, Level Genius

Would you look at that sweet face? Those deep brown eyes, those rosy cheeks, that refreshed look of a good night's sleep!

Wait a minute.

If you read yesterday's post, you would know "well-rested" is not an adjective I would use to describe Owen lately. However, with a stroke of brilliance, there's been a vast improvement.

As you may have known since I brought home a nine-pound, swaddled bundle of joy, Owen has a thing for blankets. Remember? (Please take the time to click the the link. Did ya look? I KNOW! He was so little!)

The kid still can't sleep without one of these soft muslin blankets wrapped around his hands or rubbing his cheek. It's his paci. Little did I know how true that was until a light bulb went off in my head after our bathroom fiasco last night.

In the two weeks of Owen's nightly scream fests, there's been one common denominator. He throws his blanky out of the crib. Knowing it's out of his reach and he can't get to sleep, he makes as much noise as possible until someone rushes to his rescue. I am now 100% certain this was a setup.

He knows we know his weakness. "If I just toss it aside, they'll know the agony and pain in my loss. They'll snuggle me and rock me and let me watch late-night television."

The answer, it turns out, was right there on the nursery floor. Mama's solution was simple. Keep the blanket in the crib:

Y'all. It worked. Last night he cried for about 15 minutes until he realized his blanket wasn't going anywhere. I can only assume he gave up, buried himself into soft, blankety goodness and drifted to dream.

As usual, he woke up at 2 am. I assume he tried again to activate his escape plan, but the blanket didn't budge. He cried for five minutes, Jonathan and I stayed warm in our bed, and soon our house was filled with silence. It was beautiful.

He slept until 8 am. ONE HOUR after I woke up. I ate a pop tart in my bed. It was the most incredible part of my day. When I went to get him, the blanket was untied, but Owen was happy. I saw a glimpse of the guy I knew before the fits began. Don't get me wrong, he's still sassy, but it's more endearing after a good night's sleep. :)

I double-knotted at nap time. I'll let you know how long that one lasts.

Happy, blissful, awesome Saturday, you guys. :)

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