My 9 month does not like to sleep nor does he think he needs to. He will do all he can to fight the zzzzz’s, including (but not limited to) babbling, screaming like a stuck pig, pulling himself up, crawling around, rubbing his eyes, using his hand to make the wah-wah-wah sound with his mouth, and throwing his bottle. I have been working on sleep training for the last 4 months, but it’s not helping much. I put him in his crib on Monday to cry it out at naptime as usual. He went through all the aforementioned strategies to stay awake and spent the better (or in my case worst because Jesus kid, just GO TO SLEEP!!!) part of an hour screaming his head off. At one point, I heard a giant crash, but since it didn’t break – or increase – his crying campaign, I didn’t worry too much about it. Here is what I found after he woke up from his whopping 35 minute long nap:
Notice anything out of the ordinary? If not, here’s another clue:
The giant crash? He broke his mobile. Snapped that sucker right in two. He has a St. Louis Cardinals themed roomed and that was a Fredbird mobile, was being the operative word of course. All that remained was one poor lone little birdie. He ripped off the other three and the baseball that hung in the middle. Oh the carnage! Little shit, that stupid thing cost $40 and was the first item I tried to order once I found out he was a boy (I say tried because it was on backorder until August). I had big plans to hang it in the corner of his room when he got older since it was so damn cute. Yeah, scratch that one.