My maternity leave is quickly winding down. What started out as eight long weeks, has suddenly dwindled down to 14 measly old days. It seems hard to believe that I'm about to go back to school soon. I'm going to trade in my eight hours a day with an innocent newborn for eight hours a day with 23 second graders. Well, second, third, and fourth graders on cafeteria and recess duty days. I shiver at the thought.

I guess a lot has happened in eight weeks. Keaton has already changed so much. He's beginning to stare at us, in a way that lets us know he can clearly see us, with this look of curiosity. He's starting to make noises that somewhat resemble baby coos, and is even flashing a smile or two every now and then...smiles that we're like 98% sure aren't to be blamed on gas, unlike the previous smiles of relief he's given us since he was born. Don't get me wrong, he still has plenty of gas. That boy is gassy 24/7. Let's just hope he grows out of that.

A lot has changed with me over the course of eight weeks as well. I finally feel good. Like, completely back to normal good. I've lost some weight. I would like to say I've lost all my baby weight but that would be a pretty hefty lie (no pun intended...okay maybe a little pun). Like...a twelve pound lie to be exact. And I'm pretty sure these twelve persistent pounds and I are gonna go round and round before it's over. I've been running, going to the gym, and P90X'n for goodness sakes (half-heartedly...but who can actually really stick to the P90X six days-a-week schedule...blah, not me). I've even been eating significantly smaller, kinda healthier, portions...trying to get the scale to drop. But my twelve-pound enemy just will not take the hint. Guess we'll just have to learn to live together for now. But, I'm vowing that this is just a temporary arrangement. By Florida this summer, she's got to go. No exceptions.

Cale is adjusting so well to his baby brother. He has never been even one little bit jealous as far as we can tell. And it seems that he genuinely loves his brother. When Cale hasn't seen Keaton for a few hours, his face lights up when he realizes he's near. Several times a day he can be spotted kissing Keaton on the head...okay, he also can be spotted driving a small tractor across Keaton's head often, but why wouldn't Keaton like that? I hear Cale tell Keaton that he loves him, several times a day. Melts my heart every time I hear it. No, Cale hasn't shown any real jealously, just disappointment occasionally. Disappointed that Keaton can't play with him yet. A few weeks ago, I put Keaton's small bathtub into Cale's bathtub so they could "take a bath together". Cale was thrilled at the idea of bathing with his little bro. But, his excitement was short-lived as Keaton screamed through the entire thing. Cale just sat there looking at him with this expression that said, "This was not exactly what I had in mind." I felt kinda sorry for the little guy.

I'm sure before we know it, they will be fighting over toys and wrestling together. A part of me can't wait for those days. But, I want to enjoy the moments we're having right now. They'll never be this little again.

Scaredy-Cat

I used to tell myself that I was brave. When I was at friends' sleepovers, I would always be the one to check things out if we heard a noise or something outside. Well, it was all an act. Who was I kidding? I am a scaredy cat. I have never much liked to stay alone at night. Even when I was younger, when my parents would be gone somewhere at night, I would always freak myself out. I can remember locking myself in my room with a knife from the kitchen (like I would be that scary with a small knife that I probably wouldn't even know how to use). I would stay there for hours until my parents got home, not even leaving to go to the bathroom. No, I didn't go on myself, I just held it for a long time. I would like to say that now that I am an adult, my nighttime fears have gone. But I think they're worse than ever. When we lived in town, it wasn't so bad. I felt pretty safe with neighbors all around me. But, something about living more in the country scares me a little at night.

In my defense, weird things have happened in the past. At our old house one night, actually the night we found out we were pregnant with Cale, we had a late night visitor. At about 1:00 am, we were awoken by the frantic ringing of our doorbell. Imagine your doorbell being pressed over and over and over. I remember being so groggy I didn't really understand what was going on. Then, we heard the banging on the door and the screaming. A girl's voice was screaming and yelling, "Help, he's going to kill me. Please help!" I remember my heart just about stopped beating at that moment and my legs went numb. I grabbed my phone and started calling 911 as Carl opened the door. It was a hispanic woman and her baby standing there. Carl pulled them inside and back into our room. The woman's face was a gruesome sight to see. She was very bloody, swollen, black and blue, and her nose was broken. She was crying and her baby was screaming. It was like a bad dream. Her boyfriend, who was on meth, had beaten her up pretty badly and was in the process of filling the bathtub to drown her when she got away and came to our house. Now, we didn't have a weapon of any kind in our house, so we were a little nervous that this crazy meth addict was going to come looking for her. But, luckily the police and ambulance arrived after about 10 minutes. But, the boyfriend was long gone.

I remember I didn't sleep a wink that night in fear that the boyfriend would come to our house. I also kept hearing the eerie sound of the doorbell ringing in my head. Ever since then, I'm always afraid something crazy like that will happen while I'm home alone.

So, on our new house we got an alarm installed. This does make me feel safer...a little. Last week as we were sleeping one night, suddenly the alarm went off. I felt that same feeling I had felt the night the woman was beating on our door. My heart started beating like crazy and my legs went numb as we jumped out of bed and ran to check on the boys. As Carl checked the house he found that our back door was open a little, which is what caused the alarm to go off. Of course this freaked me out because I just knew someone had been trying to get in the house. I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door but then I also remembered that Cale was the last one that came through that door and he had shut it behind himself. So, Carl convinced me (or tried to convince me) that Cale just had not shut the door very well. I really wasn't convinced because I can remember watching Cale shut it and being nervous because he almost shut his fingers in. Also, that door is very heavy and I can't imagine the wind blowing it open. So, needless to say I didn't sleep much that night either.

So, all that background information was to say that last Sunday night I had to stay home alone again. We had been gone to Branson all weekend with my parents and then drove from there straight to Havana to see Carl's mom. Carl ended up staying with his mom (due to a family crisis) and so I drove the boys home by myself. It's about an hour drive from Carl's mom's house to our house. An hour is a lonnnng time to sit and dream stuff up in my head. And that is just what I did. I sat and wondered if maybe someone would be in the house when we got home. When I pulled in, of course our garage door lights were on for some reason. So, a little bit scared just turned into, a lot scared. I walked in, turned almost all the lights on, and set the alarm. Of course Cale had fallen asleep on the way home and when I tried to ever so carefully get him out of his car seat, he had woken up. He was in the worst mood and threw one of the biggest fits of all time. He kept throwing himself on the floor screaming and slobbering. Then, Keaton decided to start crying due to hunger. So, it was just mass chaos. I'm usually okay at night by myself until bedtime. For some reason, bedtime is when I get scared. I think it's because the house is so quiet. So quiet, you can hear all those strange sounds that probably exist during the day but just aren't noticeable. I finally got Cale to calm down and I bathed he and Keaton. Then, I put him to bed. After about 15 mintues, he came back in crying. I decided to try and get him to sleep with me. Yes, kinda for selfish reasons. Keaton was already sleeping in the carseat in my room so Cale climbed into bed and we started watching cartoons. I had hopes he might fall asleep while watching, but that didn't happen. Finally I turned the toons off and tried to get Cale to go to sleep. Well, that didn't happen either. He flipped and flopped and kept sitting up and talking. Finally, I had to take him back to his own room. After crying for a few minutes he finally went back to sleep.

And after laying in bed for awhile, I finally went to sleep too, with the bathroom light on and a baseball bat by my side. I wanted to get the mase, but it was out in my car and I wasn't about to go out and get it.

I wish I was brave. I wish I wasn't scared of anything. I wish my only sign of having any kind of imagination wasn't linked to the crazy thoughts I think up when I'm alone at night. But, I'm not brave. I am scared. And I do let my mind think some crazy things. Thank goodness there are very few times in the year that Carl is not home at night.

By the end of the day...what am I saying, it never ends...I feel exhausted by the amount of effort it takes to get my little one to sleep. Let me rephrase that, getting him to sleep isn't too complicated. Well, I have had to learn a few tricks. I rock him, feed him, and cover his eyes with a burp cloth (if not, he will stay bright-eyed for quite some time) No, getting him to sleep isn't so bad, but getting him to stay asleep...that's darn near impossible. I feel like I spend my whole day, and night, putting him down ever so gently, sneaking out of the room, only to hear him begin screaming a few minutes later. It's a process that usually takes at least an hour. This really stinks at night. He's quiet and seems asleep so I excitedly make my way back to bed, curl up under the chilly covers, and when I finally begin to get warm and drift off into dreamland...I hear it. Sometimes he gives a quick cry and then stops for a minute. I sit there wondering if I really heard it, if my brain is so filled with baby cries that I hear them even when they're nonexistent, or if it was just a bad dream. I never can decide so I start to fall cautiously back to sleep when I hear an even more shrill scream. The second time there's no denying it. So I drag myself back to his room, wondering what hoops I will have to jump through to get him to go back to sleep.

We found out yesterday that a big reason he's having these sleep issues is acid reflux. I've kinda thought he had refux ever since we brought him home. But lately it's gotten bad enough that I had to make an appointment. Keaton fusses the minute you put him down and he wants to eat constantly. And he's not possibly hungry that much. The doc said it's comfort eating. The milk, for the time being, pushes the acid down making him feel better. The problem is, it's a vicious cycle because it actually makes him feel worse in the long run. Good news is, he's gained 13 ounces this week...which is quite a bit.

So our doc prescribed him Zantac and then also suggested we put him on a soy-based formula. He thinks because of Keaton's reflux symptoms and his eczema, that he most likely may have a milk intolerance...which stinks. But I am excited that hopefully Keaton can start feeling better, sleeping better, and not grimacing and crying out in pain as he eats. We shall see.

It's funny, before I had kids I had NO idea how hard it can be to get them to sleep...when you want them to. I thought if it was naptime you just fed your little one, lay them down in the crib, and walked out of the room to enjoy your free time while the baby slept. I didn't realize that it would take the little one 30 minutes to eat and then I would be spending at least 30-45 more minutes trying to get my little one to stay asleep when I put him down.

What they fail to mention on TV and in the movies!

Even our Trash isn't Safe...

For the last few months, we've been dealing with a couple of neighborhood ruffians. Rough, tough, and dangerous, they've left their mark on our house several different nights. And it's always at night when they come around. Cowards. Yes, we now officially have two enemies. The neighbors' dogs. These dogs have found a hobby they enjoy immensely: nighttime dumpster-diving in our trash bin. And their delicacy of choice? The cuisine they search the entire dumpster for, tearing open trash bags and scattering trash over our entire yard? Big, rotten, stinky, dirty diapers. Oh yeah, what we find most disgusting...so disgusting they are put in a seperate small bag before they go into a big bag of trash...they find to be a tasty late night snack.

We have no idea how they do it. Our trash bin is pretty big and heavy, and we strap the lid down. But somehow they manage to get in. It's puzzling. Once they actually turned the dumpster over. They really trashed our yard that time. Then, a few days after I had Keaton, we woke up to loose trash all over our front yard. The trash man came early that morning before we could pick it up, and the sweet guy picked it up himself. Can you believe that? We felt so bad. We saw him later at Cracker Barrel and we apologized. He said he almost gagged at the dirty diapers.

So now, we want revenge. We are chomping at the bits to catch the trouble makers in the act. It almost happened the other night. I had just climbed back into bed after a 4:00 am feeding with Keaton. Suddenly I heard some banging sounds. I quickly woke Carl up, which he normally would not like. But, he jumped out of that bed so fast in hopes of catching the dogs and doing...I don't exactly know what his plan was. Well, I guess the sound of the door spooked the dogs because when the garage door went up, they were nowhere to be found. But, they did leave some evidence. A tied up Wal-Mart sack containing one of Cale's notoriously bad diapers was lying on the ground partially torn open, right beside the trash bin. The crazy thing is, the trash bin was still sitting up-right, with the lid still strapped down. So, how did they get the diaper out?

Carl was disappointed that he didn't catch them and give them a good scare, but at least he interrupted their meal before it really began. I guess we can take some satisfaction in that. Oh well, one day we will catch them. If it's me who does, I'm chasing them down with a broom. That's my plan. Carl is thinking of getting a BB gun. Hey, it's better than the poison that he threatened to put out after the last time they trashed our yard. Shhhh...don't tell our neighbors.

Lately

It's funny how Valentine's Day was such a big day when I was younger. Now, I could care less about the day. Not that I don't love my guy, cause I do. I'm just a tight wad and don't like to spend money on things that die after a few days...like roses! Also, if I'm going to get flowers I would rather be totally surprised. And it's hard to be surprised on the biggest flower-giving holiday of the year. So, for the past couple of years Carl and I have given eachother a joint gift for Valentines. This year it was a DVD player. Oooohh, romantic huh? Well, we've needed a DVD player for our living room for awhile now. And since we're starting to do P90X again and need a large space to work out, we decided to bite the bullet and get one. Carl and I did get to go on a Valentine's lunch date today though and that was good enough for me. After Valentine's life gets a little easier, and cheaper, for awhile. Starting in December my niece has a birthday, then Christmas, then Cale's birthday, then Carl's mom's birthday, then Keaton's birthday, then my mom's birthday, then Carl's birthday, then Valentine's...then...SWEET relief! Isn't that crazy? December-February is rough for us!

Well, we've finally started taking Keaton out. I feel like a normal person again, instead of the hermit I've been for the past 4 weeks. In fact, Keaton had his first, of MANY I'm sure, trips to Wal-Mart this morning. Yes, germy, yucky, Wal-Mart. He slept the whole time, which was what I was hoping for. On Friday night, we took the boys to eat Pizza. Keaton didn't make a peep, but Cale on the other hand was quite...uh...high-spirited. He wouldn't sit down, kept bouncing on the seat as if it was a bump-n-jump and almost busted his chin, and was loud...very loud. Right at a moment Carl was about to get onto him for something, Cale leaned in so close his face was touching Carl's and said, "Do you hear me?!" We couldn't help but crack up.

In the car on Saturday, Cale rolled the back window down...somehow he broke himself free enough from his car seat that he was able to reach the button. When Carl rolled it back up, Cale looked at him, pointed and shook his finger and said, "Dad, don't you EVER put my window up...do you hear me?" See what we have to deal with?

On a positive note, Cale's discipline "boot camp" seems to be working. We haven't had to use the spatula anymore and really haven't had to give many spankings. A simple: 1...2...(At this point Cale's usually giving us a sly smile as if to say...whatever) But then, right before we say "3" most times he gives in and does what we're asking. Another thing we're starting to try is taking things away from Cale...if the situation presents itself. For example, on Thursday night we ate at Cracker Barrel. Because Cale insists on standing in his chair and he still spills a lot of what he's eating, he got jelly on his shoes. On the way home, we look back to see him licking the bottom of his shoe. Mortified, I freak out and tell him not to do that...it's gross, there are germs...blah, blah, blah (all of the things that Cale could absolutely care less about). Well, he wouldn't stop licking. So, I took his shoes, which shouldn't have been any big deal. But, it WAS. He cried so much you would've thought I took his best toy. But, hey,he hasn't licked his shoes since. At least not that we know of.

On another positive note, Cale has finally been staying in his bed and sleeping all night. It took us two years to get here, but I think we finally are here to stay! Suddenly he doesn't even care if he has his sippy cup of milk when going to sleep. He's even been telling us he needs to go to the bathroom. Now, don't get me wrong...he only tells us about twice a day, but it's progress. It's like he's growing up on us all of a sudden!

Keaton has also been sleeping better. He seems to be working himself into somewhat of a schedule. Since he's starting to wake up a little, we're able to actually have "naps" instead of the pretty much ALL-day sleep he was getting. He naps for about 2 hours or so and then wakes up and stays awake for almost 2 hours...which is CRAZY because Cale wasn't able to stay up for more than an hour at a time until he was at least 3 months old! Keaton's night sleep is getting better too. Part of that is because we've changed our strategy a little. Instead of putting him to bed early at the same time as Cale, we keep him "up" (when I say up, I just mean he snoozes in the same room as us, not in his crib) until 10:30 or so. Then, we feed him and put him in his crib. He has been waking only once in the night between 3:00 and 4:00 since we've been doing that. By feeding him and putting him in his crib so late, we've possibly (I don't want to get too ahead of myself) eliminated one of his night wakings that usually happened around 12:00 or so. I just hope and pray it lasts!

I'm just glad that Keaton still seems to be able to sleep through all kinds of noise. I don't know what I'll do when noise starts to effect him. Yesterday, Keaton was in his room napping. For some reason I decided to lock his door...I guess I just had a feeling Cale might try to go in to "see" him. Well, I was just getting out of the shower when I heard Cale over the baby monitor, crying and banging on a door...Keaton's door. He was screaming, "Let me in!" Dripping wet and in my towel, I ran in to stop him, afraid of a mother's worst nightmare: that he would wake the sleeping baby. When I found him at Keaton's door, he was crying, holding a set of drum sticks, and wearing his drum that he got for Christmas. I guess he was planning on seranading Keaton with a drum solo while he slept. Good gosh. Thankfully, Keaton slept like a dream through the whole thing.

What will I do in a few months, when things like that wake him up?

While I was pregnant with Keaton, it always scared me a little when people told me, "Oh, when you have your second one, you realize how easy life was with just one." This always bothered me because I thought, "Life's not easy with one! I'll never think life was easy with just Cale". But last night after I had bathed Cale, dressed him in his jammies, handed him off to Carl to be put to bed, then bathed Keaton, got him dressed for bed, and sat in the rocking chair, desperately trying to get my little guy to go to sleep (It took almost an hour)...I thought to myself, "It was so easy when we just had Cale to bathe and get to sleep. It was so easy when it was just Cale we had to watch running around the house like crazy in the evening." After that thought entered my mind, I suddenly thought back to the way I felt a month ago, when it was just Cale. I felt like, as fun as it was, it wasn't easy.

It's funny how something or in this case, someone can come along and completely change your life and the way you look at things. What seemed hard at the time, suddenly seemed so easy in comparison. I can imagine if we had three kids, two would seem like a breeze. But, we will NEVER know about that...because having three kids is not in our future!

Now, we love our life with two kids, don't get me wrong. But, it is definitely harder. It's like Keaton is great most of the day, but decides to start getting high maintenance about the time that Cale comes home from the babysitter. And he gets even higher-maintenance as the night goes on. And he's at his most high maintenance when we're trying to get him to go to sleep for the night...and stay asleep! At least this time around I can more easily see things as just small moments in time. This too shall pass. With Cale it seemed like every bad thing...not sleeping at night...teething...earaches...was going to last forever. But looking back I realize how quickly those moments passed, as trying as they may have been.

As I look at Keaton it's almost a little sad thinking that we will never again get to enjoy this newborn phase once he gets older. He's our last baby to have, and as much as I look forward to him getting bigger, less fragile, and developing a personality, it's also a little sad. But hopefully this will make me enjoy Keaton a little more at each phase of his life, instead of always looking forward to the next phase to come as I was guilty of doing with Cale.

On a side note, Cale has actually been sleeping pretty well in his toddler bed. Carl hasn't even had to use his new "tool" at night yet. His new tool being a spatula. He said he wanted something that would sting without having to hit too hard when we spank Cale. Carl was all pumped that this would do the trick. Even though he hasn't had to use the spatula at night because Cale's been staying in his bed, he did have to test it the other evening. Cale kept trying to draw with chalk on the floor, instead of on his easel. We told him 'no' several times, after which he just ignored us and kept right on drawing. So, Carl grabbed his spatula and spatted Cale's leg. Cale turned around, gave Carl the strangest look like, "What in the world was that?"...and then said, "Do it again, Daddy!". I had to hide my face I was laughing so hard. Not because our son can be so disobedient, because I know that's probably not a laughing matter. But, because Carl really thought he had a magic tool with that spatula and the look of defeat on his face after it failed...was priceless!

I'm not sure there's a tool out there that can tame our wild animal. But, we'll keep on trying...

Well, yesterday it happened. I knew there was a strong probability that this would happen, I just didn't think it would be so soon; so soon that I would be distracted enough for Cale to get his hands on Keaton. Oh yes, he did. Yesterday afternoon, Cale was sitting in Keaton's baby swing...yes I know, he's much too big...he was sitting there in a Dora-the-Explorer-Trance. So, I set Keaton down in the bouncy seat in the corner of the room, just sure that Cale would never even notice him. I quickly ran to my room to change clothes. When I walked back in the room where Cale was suppossed to still be sitting enthralled with Dora, I found him standing up, at least 15 feet from Keaton's bouncy seat, holding noneother than his almost 3-week-old baby brother. My mouth dropped open and my stomach turned as I took in the view. Keaton's little legs were dangling, but somehow the way Cale was holding him was managing to support his head. It was a strange feeling to see someone so little holding someone even smaller. I quickly grabbed Keaton and tried to explain to Cale that he has to tell Carl or myself if he wants Keaton. He said, "I wanted to hold baby brother". Poor independent little guy, wants to do everything himself and just doesn't see any reason why he can't!

Then, this afteroon I caught Cale trying to feed Keaton Cocoa Pebbles. While I admire his wanting to share, I am now going to have nightmares of Keaton choking on who knows what that Cale might give him. I tried to explain the "no teeth=only milk" thing to Cale, but I don't think he quite understood.

I guess Keaton isn't safe anywhere except in our arms, locked in our bedroom, or in his bouncy seat/swing on top of the kitchen counter.

I'm going to have to be on my A-game at all times with these two. Let's just hope Daddy can be observant!

1st Meltdown...Many More to Come I'm Sure...

Well, I've officially had my first meltdown as a parent of two. I was pretty tired yesterday because Keaton is still keeping me up a lot at night. For some reason he just doesn't want to sleep at night! And I'm not a good napper at all so I've been having trouble catching up on sleep. Well, yesterday for some reason I started feeling guilty about sending Cale to the babysitter. Since they were talking about bad weather I decided to have Carl pick Cale up on his way home from lunch. When Cale walked in at about 12:30, I was feeding Keaton and all was well. After about an hour, I decided to put Cale down for a nap. He's been sleeping in the crib again since we couldn't get him to stay in his toddler bed. Ever since he's been back in the crib, life has been great. He's been easily going to sleep and sleeping through the whole night through. Well, after I put Cale down I went back to Keaton who had already been crying for about an hour. I held Keaton and tried to calm him down as I listened to Cale talking on the baby monitor. He talked and talked for over 30 minutes. The whole time I'm having to hold Keaton to keep him from being fussy. Suddenly it got quiet. In walked Cale. I couldn't believe it. Somehow he managed to make my nightmare come true. He figured out how to crawl out of his crib. Don't get me wrong, he's known how to crawl out of a crib for quite some time now, but we had put a stop to it by placing the crib mattress all the way on the floor...which looks a little redneck but it got the job done.

As I sat there, open-mouthed looking at Cale, all these thoughts began running through my mind. Thoughts of two little ones up at night, thoughts of no more napping for my two-year old, thoughts of "the battle of wills" that I knew was going to take place the minute we put him back in his toddler bed. Suddenly I felt very defeated. The whole time Keaton is still fussing. So, I took Cale into his room and told him that we were going to try the big boy bed again. I gave him a long talk about staying in bed and told him that if he slept in his bed he would get a treat when he woke up. Yes, I've resorted to bribery. You gotta do what you gotta do. Well, Cale lasted a whole 2 minutes before he came out. I spanked him and took him back to his room. He lasted about 2 more minutes. We repeated this about 3 times and then I finally put him back in the crib. I don't really know why because obviously he can crawl out...but I was desperate. I stuck him in there and didn't give him the usual sippy cup, 'Little Mickey', 'Big Mickey', blanket, and 'Cow-Cow' that he always asks for. At this point I was getting pretty upset with our little guy. I told him "DO NOT GET OUT OF THIS BED". Well, if you know Cale you know that...he got out of the bed. As he walked out I said, 'Cale I told you not to get out of that bed." He replied, and I promise he said it with a smirk, "I know you did". Well, that was it. That went all over me. I scooped him up, spanked him harder than ever and on bare skin, and got onto him in my most scary, teacherish voice. He immediately began bawling and crying. I tossed him in the crib and left without looking back. Cale cried for about 15 minutes, but surprisingly went to sleep.

In some ways I felt like I had won. I had finally intimidated him enough that he gave up. But, at the same time I hated the way it felt to have to yell at him that loudly and spank him that hard. But, Carl (being a strong-willed child himself) says that we are going to have to be so strong with Cale...or else he'll begin running the show.

I sat there holding Keaton as he fussed the whole time Cale slept. When Cale woke up, I guess he was a little ticked off at me because he fussed and cried for about 20 minutes. So, both boys were screaming and wanting to bed held. Cale had drained me from the crib incident and Keaton had already been fussing for hours. Suddenly I just started crying. I know, I'm the mom...I'm not suppossed to cry. But, I just lost it for a few minutes. Thankfully, Cale got over it and at about 4:00, I got Keaton to go to sleep and to actually let me put him down.

I guess moments like these are why people say having two kids is so hard.

On a side note, I guess I got my bluff in on Cale because he stayed in his toddler bed all night and even called for us to come get him when he woke up this morning (unheard of for Cale!) And Keaton got to sleep in his own room in his own crib for the first time last night and it was pretty successful!

So, as a parent there will be bad moments but those moments are usually followed by some pretty good moments, too.