remembering. . .

Today, as I sit bleary and sleep-deprived, I am thinking about 2005. 2005 was the year that I got hardly any sleep. All year. The entire year. 2005 came and went and I was bleary-eyed the whole time. But this time, I promised, before Tanner was born, THIS TIME, will be different. I won't be a sucker. A push-over. A big old sap. I WILL have a baby who sleeps. I won't sit at the doorway crying while he cries. I won't let him be old enough to stand in his crib and sob "Mammmaaaa". I won't.
That's what I promised anyway.
And we aren't there yet. He can't stand in his crib. And he can't say Mama.
YET.
Which is why, I have to put my foot down.
Be tough.
Be tired.
And TEACH MY CHILD TO SLEEP.
So thats what we're doing.
And in the meantime, it means being MORE tired and MORE sleep-deprived than I already was.
So if you talk to me and a I bable incoherently. .. or you see me wearing mismatched socks,
just take pity.
And I will read these two blog posts, and have hope, knowing that although I was in despair, in May of 2005 when Bryce was just about Tanner's age. . ..NOW, I have a Bryce who SLEEPS. And someday a Tanner who will too.

May 17th 2005
May 4th 2005

XOXOX