I have an announcement of great importance. I laid my baby in his crib for a nap, walked away and he was there for nearly TWO HOURS. Did you get that?
IN HIS CRIB.
Towards the end of the two hours, I started to get antsy because I am not used to having that much uninterrupted time that doesn't involve Cousin J or X helping out. You see, whenever I complain about sleep issues, I am really grousing about NAP issues. Nighttime is golden around here and Arun sleeps like a rock. But, Naptime? These past few weeks, it has been a desperate exercise using the devices of Cars, Arms, Walking, Strolling, Rocking, Swinging, Whatever the Fuck Will Get Him to Sleep Because I GIVE UP.
In the beginning of his Life, I was hoping that Arun would eventually learn how to suck his thumb and that would help him towards self-soothing. No doing. I have tried to foist various objects onto him in the hopes that he would latch onto one of them for a transitional object (AKA "lovey", or "comfort object") - I tried one of my old shirts, a teddy bear, my beloved Dr. Seuss puppy, and a stuffed monkey - even BOOKS, because he loves his books so much. What does my sweet boy choose instead?
Attention Would-Be Trolls: I have already attempted to tear and chew these things apart myself, I don't think they are a safety hazard. I fed him pizza today - judge for me that, instead.