First of all, I'm going to extend the Little Choux giveaway until tomorrow, when I will announce the winner!  Go here to enter if you haven't yet!

Today, I am writing a little commentary on sleeping at night.  Sometimes I'm scared to say too much about this topic, because I'm certain there are varying opinions and everyone has their own habits and ideas about how this works best.  Regardless of your viewpoint, though, I'm sure one thing we mamas have in common is that our sleeping at night has changed quite a bit since the first little one entered this world.  When I was pregnant, I was blissfully naive about what was meant by "new parent sleep deprivation."  I knew sleep wouldn't quite be the same, but I stayed up late in college all the time, and newborns are so adorably cute that it would make it all fun and great.  Ha.  I had no idea what was ahead of me.  I certainly don't mean to complain because after all Vivi is really quite a good sleeper, but that doesn't mean we don't have challenges and the fact is I'm a much better person when I have had good sleep.  Otherwise, I need much patience and prayer to make it through the day, and I find myself quite anxious when I haven't had good, uninterrupted sleep over a period of time (maybe I'm high maintenance - I'm sure I'm in for it should we be blessed with more babies).  At any rate, we are well past the days (nights!) of nighttime feedings, but we have entered into another season of random nighttime awakenings that can be attributed to teething (Oh, those teeth!  They really are so cruel!!), perhaps bad dreams, developmental milestones (Vivi's sleep is often interrupted when she is changing a lot), and who knows what.  So we are left to do our problem solving best to figure out the right approach to comforting and quieting her to get back to sleep when she wakes up at night.

That being said, when Vivi wakes up crying and needs one of us to come to her, I have discovered that more often than not these are the outcomes depending on who goes to her room.  Because of this, I have started calling Chip the baby whisperer:

Thank the Lord for daddies.