My daughter is 11 weeks old, and she pees in a potty. That’s right: my infant pees in a potty. And she poops in one, too. Not all the time, mind you; but these days we catch most of her daytime potty needs. Plus, in the last two weeks, I’ve changed 3 poopy diapers. The other 32 times she’s pooped, our little baby has waited until she had her diaper off and was in a “potty place” in order to go.
I have been meaning to blog a tour of Phoebe’s nursery for months, and now, at long last, here you have it! The tour of Phoebe’s baby room has arrived!
I blogged previously about baby sleep schedule; first I wrote a rambling introduction, then an explanation of the method that my friend introduced to me. I took a time out to devote an entire post to crying. And now, at long last, I will try to wrap things up and describe to you what our “baby sleep method” has become.
I know, I know, I know. I’ve been promising a post about what adaptations we’ve made to the sleep scheduling method that my friend Corrie told us about, and what kind of success we’re having with it. But, the more I think about it, the more I feel it’s on my heart to take a “time-out” and devote an entire post to the one thing most parents hate the most: crying.
I have read no books and only a few blog posts about baby sleep. I have done no research and know no statistics. A fellow mom, Corrie Tienhaara, shared her method of baby sleep schedules with me; she, in turn, learned it from another mother. Corrie is a stay at home mom with 4 kids, ages 6, 5, 2 and 5-day-old newborn. She recommended picking up a book called Baby Wise, but I’m unsure how similar her method is to what’s described in that book.
I’m not a structured person. I like to have a general pattern to my day, but I hate clocks and deadlines and appointments. I’d prefer to live in a culture where you met someone “in the late morning,” as opposed to “at 11:15.” So I’m not considering a baby schedule because I looooove schedules so much.
Two weeks into parenthood, I was starting to read Phoebe better. I knew when she was tired what her “tired cry” sounded like; however, I had no clue what the difference was between “I’m hungry,” “Change my diaper,” as well as other cries. It was frustrating for both of us: I’d often give her the wrong thing late at night, and it would only make things worse. Further crying would ensue. I’d feel bad for my unhappy baby & she’d feel bad for her unhappy self.
Hi, there! I’m Erin. I’m a crunchy Christian mom and artist. I love to eat local farm food and shop at thrift stores. I blog about our crazy life and baby girl (born April 2011). I love rainbows. My hair is messy. ^_^ I hope you enjoy my blog! (Read More about me here...)