He looks like he couldn't possibly be very much trouble.
Yet he is! David and I have adopted a new theory for the nighttime madness. He takes a night. Then, I take a night. I was trying not to do this because David has to work all day. But, as he so sweetly pointed out, so do I. It's nice to have a husband who understands that staying home with the kids is a job, a very hard job.
Noah is getting up once maybe twice to eat, but then he gets stuck a few times a night also. He'll get his head jammed into a corner of the crib and he doesn't seem to know how to get out. I know as he gets stronger in the next few months, he'll figure it out. For now, he uses the method that works really well for him...scream and someone will come help me.
The one night on and one night off method is working out great. I just got a fantastic night of sleep, 10 hours...straight! Tonight might be a little rough, but I'm looking forward to tomorrow night already.
In the meantime, I should just learn to eat my toes.
It seems to keep Noah pretty happy.