Such a crazy thunderstorm this morning! I actually sleep with a white noise app on, and it plays the sound of pounding rain, so you know that when I wake up to the sound of real rain, something serious is going on.
I had to roll over to check the iPhone and confirm it was NOT a tornado.
It wasnâ€™t â€“ it was just a wonderful, wonderful thunderstorm. My favorite kind of weather (when Iâ€™m dry and warm in the comfort of my bed!).
Speaking of rolling over, Henry has decided that all the cool babies sleep on their tummies. Doctors are, of course, pretty insistent that you put babies to sleep on their backs to reduce the risk of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Now, SIDS is really rare, and Iâ€™ve been pretty non-paranoid about it (well, I have my moments of checking to make sure he is still breathingâ€¦). Anyway, the new â€˜sleeping on the tummyâ€™ thing is really freaking both the Husband and me out, especially because Henry insists on putting his little face straight down into the mattress. We spent half the night getting up and turning his face to the side.
I think it may be time to move him upstairs to the big boy crib â€“ itâ€™s so much firmer than the pack and play mattress, and if heâ€™s going to insist on putting his face down, I want it to be on less fluffy surface. I just donâ€™t think Iâ€™m emotionally ready to move him upstairs! Any advice on easing the separation for us both?
Courtesy of the Husband.
Eggs and toast, baked beans, and apple.
And a huge cup of coffee.
Have a wonderful Sunday!