I'm counting sheep, while he sleeps just fine

Wow. So, it's been awhile since I have gotten on.
I'd blame it on the baby, but, you know, raising a kid is super easy.
Did I mention he is mobile now? Yeah, he knows how to climb stairs and I am not as handy with a drill as I thought I was. Hubby has been super busy lately, so his weekends are booked up with baby-proofing the house, while I am holding cabinets shut with my knees while doing dishes, and looking like I think our kitchen is a bathroom while I squat.

Before you read the next part, let's reevaluate the labels I gave myself in my first post. Instead of "attachment parenting," can we just say I parent however allows all of us to feel like we aren't walking piles of poo?

I am kind of superstitious about sleep around here. It seems that every time I start to write a post about my little guy's sleep, it takes another nosedive. (Seriously, I have like 5 saved drafts of "here's how to get your kid to sleep.")

At 9 months old, you'd think he'd be sleeping through the night, since, you know, that's super normal. Hah! Have you ever Googled "my baby won't sleep" at 3 am? Try it, I promise there are millions of others out there.

Let's talk about sleep, baby...

What a great song, am I right? No?
I started this post a month ago, when my mom, pediatrician, and others were "shocked" that my breastfed 4 month old was still waking at night to eat (1-2 times). As a new mom whose support system is mostly made up of "old school" moms and discussion boards on the internet (How did they do it when there were no smartphones!?), I thought I had spoiled my baby beyond repair. As a high school teacher, you can easily picture past students who were "spoiled" and it was terrifying to think of my 4 month old grow into one of these 16 year old pains (which, I'm sure to some extent, they all do eventually).