To Sleep Or Not To Sleep...

We've been bragging to folks lately that Casey is in such a good "phase" of her (short, thus far) life.

She's just such an incredibly happy girl, and we seldom hear crying. If anything, there might be a couple of moments in the day where a quite whimper signifies hunger, but once she's promised food, she patiently awaits it. Other than her "feed me now!" warning, we are literally dealing with a perfectly-behaved and contented baby.

Not only is she not fussing, but Casey's actually laughing and smiling at anyone who'll smile back, kicking her legs and flailing her arms when folks pay her attention, and playing independently (and for decent periods of time) on her tummy, back, sitting up, etc.

But... last evening and tonight were slightly less easy. I can't tell if Casey is teething or gassy or WHAT, but Tee Jay and I didn't get a lot of sleep last night. We even piggy-backed "baby duty" this morning while the other parent napped.

Tonight had all the makings for a similar experience when nothing would soothe the girl upstairs. I tried feeding her. We sat with her in our bed. The rocking chair was put to good use. A teething ring came out of the freezer. We briefly discussed the idea of letting Casey "cry it out," but though we try to make our own parenting decisions, we also give credence to Dr. Sears, who suggests that in the first six months of your baby's life, they are building trust with you and shouldn't be left to soothe themselves.

So down the stairs our girlie came, and she thankfully was content to play in her bouncy seat. Casey fell asleep at 10:00PM in this position, keeping a monster grip on her dangling toys...