Rock-a-bye Baby

Not fair. The kiddo is up at 2:30 am for me and he slept until 6 am for Mike last night! I have changed his diaper and now I'm letting him cry it out in five minute increments. This feels like one of those weird mating rituals you'd see on discovery channel. Keller lets out a series of ear piercing cries... I pace upstairs for as long as I can stand it; ultimately the cries lure me in... I pat him on the behind a couple of times, walk back out of the room, and then the whole series repeats itself.
Trying to get to 3:15 am before I totally give in and feed him. Urg... Is that the discovery equivalent of him eating my head off or something?

Rock-a-bye Baby, Contd.

Reporting from the top step. Woke up to find our little magician had escaped from his swaddle (again). I went upstairs, changed the diaper, re-swaddled, put him back down and walked out of the room. Miraculously, he's asleep again. It might be a trick... he could be waiting for me to optimistically go back downstairs and put my head back down on my pillow, at which point cue magician and loud sound effects.
Will give it a few more minutes and then I'm going to make a go at it. Fingers crossed; my bed is calling for me.

Rock-a-bye Baby

Man, sleep training is tough. Now that we know MKB can sleep 8 hours straight, I'm not giving in right away when he wakes at 2:45/3:00. That means I end up trying to console him for a couple minutes and then I go sit on my top step and listen to him scream his head off for five minutes. Then I go back in, try to console without food, and then return to my step for another grueling five minutes. I'm supposed to do this three times but boy it is tough. Every time I go in there he looks up at me with those sweet baby blues like "hey, aren't you going to feed me."
Ok. Another five is up. Heading back in to the war zone.