The Science Of Sleep

So Henry is one week shy of 6 months old.

He is a jumperoo-jumping, one-tooth-having, baby deck shoe-wearing, mini Aaron doppelganger. He is also still not sleeping through the night. I can't recall when Lydia began sleeping through the night, but if she was by this point I wouldn't be surprised. I know you're not supposed to compare your children, but let's: even at this young age, Mr. Henry is far more aggressive than Little Miss was/is. Where Lydia sounded sad and pitiful (albeit loud) while lying in bed whinging, Henry sounds angry - grunting, seething, screaming. He kicks. He squirms, He rolls. He jams his legs in the rungs of the crib. It takes an entirely different part of your brain to talk yourself into leaving things be. I daresay it's harder. And then if/when you pick him up, he's immediately back to his typical smiley charming self ("What crying? Me?")...

Our new tact - fill his belly with heavy pureed veggies and meats and cereals. Two days in, it seems to be working a little better. And if things take a turn for the worse - I'm going to puree an entire turkey and pour it into him. Always seems to work for me.

In other sleep-related news: the Stanley Cup finals have just started, thereby ensuring at least four relatively late nights for yours truly.

EDIT: Yay! Henry slept through the night last night, or at least from 11:00 PM to 6:30 AM – despite the massive thunderstorms and howling winds and lightning. Ironically and unfortunately, Lydia was scared awake by the epic electrical storm and thus did not sleep through the night. Boo! Her description of the thunder: “it sounded like a lion growling in the grass”. End groggy transmission.