Ground Zero

This is Owen's big boy bed. His new found freedom has become ground zero of sleep struggles (not to be bested by Mitchell's desire for a 4 am snack) and the bane of my existence. My great crib sleeper has turned into an exceptionally early riser demanding to come in bed with us - never a good idea - or to have one of us sleep with him - equally unappealing. Sleep deprivation in the Linker house is at an all time high.

Enter the "okay to wake" clock that turns green when it's time to get out of bed, 6am in our case, and the sleep chart. Seriously, what has become of my life?

I'd like to say that these tools have been working like a charm but that would be a flat out lie. Today, I'm afraid, is another three cup of coffee day. There were tears and tantrums between 5 - 6am when the light finally turned green. We can only hope that tomorrow will be better.

It comes as no surprise that Steve is the good cop in this scenario. This morning as we were coming downstairs for breakfast Owen told me, "I love my Daddy." I responded, "I know, Owen. Your Daddy is nice." Being a Mom is so humbling. Time for this bad cop to have that third cup of coffee.