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Category Archives: sleep


Family. Bedtime. Wine. Showering. In that order.

It’s been a busy summer. Not because it was specifically SUMMER (my kid is too little for camp or to know the difference between today, and say, Elmo), but there was a lot going on. And so I didn’t blog much. And that’s okay. But I’ve missed this and all of you and I’ve missed the routine of coming here to write and give myself free therapy. This summer, our


Dear Everybody: I need 3,285 hours of sleep a year. Sweet Dreams, Rebecca.

Kiddo and Husband and I are on a trip to the East Coast, which is good because a) getting away for a while means I won’t be so sick of the playgrounds when we return b) we’re getting to see family and friends and they are infinitely delighted by my kid (score!) and c) there’s a chance I’ll have to do fewer dishes for the next two weeks. The trip


Sleep Training Karma

Note: this post was written several months ago, and for reasons only my one-year-old knows, I never published it. Feel free to ask him what those reasons are, but don’t be bummed when his response is “Uppie.” Pre-baby, I never understood why sleep was such a big deal. Sure, I heard parent friends lamenting their serious lack of shut-eye, made note of the unconcealed bags under their eyes, and witnessed


It’s Official

Ethan and I both went to bed at 10:15 last night. And I didn’t even have to forcibly tuck him under the covers and shut the lights off or handcuff him to the bed or drug him.* We were both, well, tired. And so I think it’s official: we are capable of organically going to bed earlier. And I say “organic” because I mean that it just happens (not every night,


All I Want for Christmas is for You to Take a Nap

My 15-month-old decided to stage about 13 nap protests this past week, while we’ve been traveling, and between the time change, a slight cold/cough, the fact that he has made it quite clear he’d like to switch to one nap from two, and his “revelation” that we’ve been sharing a room with him, it’s been — how shall I put this? — slightly like getting a wild bear cub to