Back in March, I was out with my mom one night and left Ben home with our kids. When we got home, Ben was upstairs checking on the sleeping boys, I run upstairs to help since it's so cute to see little ones asleep...it's one of the best times of my day. We checked in on Max and he was snuggled up nicely and then we opened Seth door to find an empty crib...WHAT!?!?
As we searched the dark room for our baby, we found him here:
For the next three nights he continued with this process of being put in his crib by one us and then after a few minutes climbing out of his crib and rocking himself to sleep. After that he stopped climbing out of his crib, almost like it was just a phase and forgot how to do this little trick. About two weeks ago it started up again, and I don't think he will ever stop. He never cries, and he doesn't bang at his door, he just snuggles up and rocks to sleep. I've rocked both of my boys while they were little, sometimes to sleep and sometimes until they were just relaxed...so that's probably why he finds comfort in our well used glider. It's so fun to check on him after he's fallen to sleep because he's always in a different position. After I take his picture, I gently pick up my big baby and put him in his crib.