This Wood House: I'm fired

Have you ever just wanted to fire yourself? You know, when things just aren't going well, and nothing you are responsible for doing is working out? If you were your own boss, you'd probably just hand out a pink slip? Yeah, that's me right now. I'd pull a Trump real quick on my lazy butt. Or maybe more so, if my husband was my boss, I'd be canned for sure!

I have no excuse for my lack of posts besides pure boredom and a serious lack of anything worth discussing. During a phone conversation a few days ago, my husband informed that I would be having a "mutiny on my hands by an avid reader" if I didn't get on the ball. I have two jobs. One is to take care of our daughter (which I should get ribbons for Husband!). Two is to update the blog so he can see his little girl. Insert big ol' fat pink slip here. Fired.

I'm being completely honest when I say, I have nothing to report. Besides being her continually cute and quite a handful self, Cheyanne has had a pretty relaxed week. During the day, that is. At night it is a whole new story. Actually, it might remind you of a time six months ago when we were first leaning to sleep. Remember this night or this night? Anyways, so I am completely ashamed to say that after all those nights of teaching the baby to sleep, I slowly let us slip into a different sleep schedule. I don't know how I did it, but at some point, she started regressing back into sleeping in smaller increments. It became so easy for me to run to her rescue in my sleepy haze before she could ever even learn to put herself back to sleep. To make it worse, I started giving in and nursing her back to sleep which made just quadrupled all the "sleeping on our own" problems. That led to more laziness and bunking up together as soon as she'd wake up, nurse, and fall back to sleep right where we were- two to three times a night. Etc. etc long story short, we were back to sleeping in 3 hour increments at almost nine months old. ::sigh::. No human can rightfully function on the lack of sleep that I've been running on for the last 8.5 months. Seriously. Some days, I truly don't know how I drug myself out of bed except for the fact that I had a baby talking in my ear every morning at 6:30am.

So, here we are. the start of the summer, and I'm ready to start sleeping again. This week we've started the process all over again. If I could just get this girl to stay a sleep a little while longer, I promise I'd never complain about sleep EVER again! I've taken out the middle of the night feeding. I'm hoping that ~~quickly~~ slowly she'll catch on and just continue the sleeping. I can handle feeding her the last time before I go to sleep, but it would be so nice to get more than 2-3 hours of uninterrupted sleep. Our first night was rough. She woke up at her normal 3am eatfest, and instead of nursing her back to sleep, I began our new routine of teaching her to putherself back to sleep. An hour and a half of hazy no sleep made me doubt my decision. Awesome. But, I committed to it. So, I'm sticking with it. Three nights in and that hour and a half has shortened down to twenty minutes. WIN! I wonder what night four has in store for me. Sleep?! Let's hope so!

Sorry for the lack of pictures in this post, but these are literally the only two I've taken all week (on my phone too). Hard to believe, I know. I wasn't kidding when I said we've been boring.