Sleepless in BU-Ville

I've been out of town for 3 weekends in a row now, the first 2 without Logan and this last weekend, with him, but still travelling by car and sleeping in a hotel.  So, his sleep schedule that I worked so hard on (for 2 weeks) is now a flaming pile of horse shit.  We really screwed the pooch on this one.  Before I left the first weekend, I had him in bed by 8:30 pm and he would typically sleep until 6 am or sometimes even later.  The key here is that he was NOT waking up and wanting to eat every 3 god damn hours anymore.  Which, in turn, meant that I was sleeping more hours and less likely to breathe fire or smash anyone's testicles with my bare hands.

But anyway, while staying in the hotel I reverted back to the old 'let him sleep next to me and nurse through the entire night' system so that the other people in the room could sleep.  Man I'm a fucking sweetheart.  So now that's what he wants to do every night, i.e. wake up every 3 hours to eat.  So now we're back to sleep training 101 and loads of crying it out.  (And testicle smashing.)

Although it sucks to start at square 1 again, I have to admit that I look forward to the "bedtime routine" every night.  I change his diaper and put him in his jammy jams and then read him a story.  Then, while I'm nursing him, I sing to him.  I'm no song bird or anything but it doesn't stop Logan from liking it.  Every time I break out "You Are My Sunshine" he gets the biggest smile on his face and sometimes laughs a little.  So he either loves that song or agrees that I suck at singing and just smiles and nods along.  Either way, it is fucking adorable and I find it hard not to sing to him every time I nurse him throughout the day. 

And now for your viewing pleasure, here is a picture of him in his cliche first Halloween costume.