Tons of Pulling Up

Oh, by the way, this boy is changing daily now. I can hardly keep up. The past couple of days he is pulling up like crazy. Trying to climb onto the sofa by himself tonite. And trying to pull up in the slippery bathtub. Going to have to get some of those sticky things. And maybe something so he doesn’t bonk his head on the spout. Better get out the bright-colored band-aids.

Getting Better… I think

Only 15 minutes of not as panicky crying tonite. I didn’t cry with him this time. I did drag out the bedtime routine because I was anticipating trouble… We finished our book and I prayed Psalm 23 out loud over him. He seemed to be listening! Then I prayed over him. Then I said, “Lord, if there is any other way to sleep train PJ, please tell us about it!” And suddenly I was reminded of Jesus’ prayer in the Garden: “My Father, if it is possible, may this cup be taken from me. Yet not as I will, but as you will.” (Not that our suffering here compares!) But I have been contemplating giving up on this today. And I was encouraged. “If this is our cup, Lord, we can drink it.”

Now, this is much easier for Josh. For some reason, he’s able to be completely rational about it. “Kc, he’s going to be just fine. It’s absurd that he’s crying. He’s fed, diapered, we’re right here, everything is OK.”