If you're wondering where we've been the last few days, we have been very busy not sleeping.
This is all Avery's fault.
I mean, I hate to point fingers.... but it is kinda true.
In 3 days, the longest she slept in one interval was 2 hours and the "best" part is, she seemed totally happy about it! Normally she'll crash by 7:30 PM every night. Last night she stayed up until 10:00 smiling and giggling no matter what we tried to do to put her to bed. It's kind of hard to be mad when she's being so cute.
We're *this close* to trying the 100% cry it out method. Only we just can't do it. We do let her cry for 10-15 minutes at a time, but usually she gets so worked up it takes twice as long to get her calmed down again. And then we're sad.
But do you know what else makes us sad?
Poor Kyle had to go to work today with pretty much zero sleep.
I keep telling myself that this is just a phase and we'll get through it... she'll learn to sleep better... she'll finally cut teeth... she'll figure out how to roll the other way in her sleep (instead of just getting stuck on her belly)... it could be worse.
Pretty much this solidifies the fact that I am 100% NOT ready to have another baby just yet.
Not that I'd been thinking about it or anything...
And here's a gratuitous pic of Avery being cute.
It's what gets me through the tough times.
I like to call this one "West Side" for (hopefully) obvious reasons.
(And anyway you could say that we do, in fact live on the west side...)