When you're ready to say goodbye to the nighttime feedings, I'd try either 1) handing bedtime over to your partner, who can maybe fib on your behalf that you're busy doing X, Y and Z and won't be able to
sit in the bedtime chair that night.
Not exact matches
My life is not summed up
in those things: my life is also still cleaning toilets and making supper, showing up at church and going for walks, texting how - are - you - really to friends and
sitting in my husband's lap at the table, praying with now preposterously tall children at
bedtime and making sure everyone brushed their teeth, for heaven's sake.
I grew up eating these
in Croatia, spending every summer at my grandmother's who had a giant sour cherry tree right outside her kitchen window... as kids, we used to climb it and
sit amidst the cherries for hours, only coming down at
bedtime, with stained shirts and hands:) Almost seems a sin to cook these
in a pie and not eat them fresh...... looks awesome, though!!
For anything larger than lentils I put them
in the pot before
bedtime, pour boiling water over them with a few inches to spare on top (more for bigger beans) put the cover on and let them
sit overnight.
When your child begins to do things like
sit up
in the bathtub or eat finger foods, find simple stories about daily routines like
bedtime or bathtime.
They didn't want to be kept up hours after their
bedtime for a cross-Atlantic flight, only to have to
sit on the tarmac for 1.5 hours when all I desperately want is to be up
in the air, have the stupid useless 11 pm meals served and removed, so that I can FINALLY get my now over-wired and over-tired children to sleep.
Also, putting your toddler
in your room means lights out at their
bedtime, and then you and your partner are left
sitting in the dark.
re other methods that we tried:
In addition to all the lovely, sleepy
bedtime things that became our routine (bath, lotion, nurse, book, lullabies, white noise, swaddling), we tried rocking and walking at different paces and just
sitting and holding her while being still.
Eight - month - olds understand the idea of object permanence and are starting to anticipate daily routines — when I'm
in the crib it's
bedtime; when I
sit in the high chair it's mealtime.
In fading, parents gradually diminish their
bedtime role by
sitting near your baby until she falls asleep and gradually moving the chair farther away from the crib each night.
I slowly transitioned from nursing her to sleep, to lying beside her and gently stroking her face as she fell asleep, to
sitting at a desk
in the same room, to eventually giving a good night kiss after our
bedtime ritual, turning on her sound machine, and leaving the room.
I remember the early space shots that led up to landing on the moon, as well as remembering
sitting in the family
in front of our big TV
in the Den (past my
bedtime?
Anyone who has ever tried to squeeze
in a workout right before running to a meeting or whose training schedule butts up to their children's
bedtimes knows that it's not always possible to
sit down for a meal right after working out.
On Sept. 8, after
bedtime baths and stories were done and the kids were tucked
in for the night, I
sat down on the couch, put my feet up and had a beer.
Because, let's face it, you're going to be spending a lot of time
sitting in it, whether you're breastfeeding or bottle feeding, reading
bedtime stories, or fighting your drooping eyelids at 2 am while waiting for the crying to stop.
When the babies were... well, babies... it seemed like they were always going to be little,
sitting next to the table
in their high chairs during meal times, climbing into their cribs at
bedtime or asking to have just one more story read...» ohhh, pleeeeeeease, Mama!»