well, i didn't get a chance to take a photo of Chewie venturing into the world of pureed broccoli, mainly due to the choking, gagging, screaming, spitting and crying that came along with it.
Broccoli = No go.
Well, we'll try again at supper and see how we do... i tellsya, for a kid who will quite happily eat my hair by the handful, he sure has opinions about broccoli.
Also, the night before last i finally reached that point of frustration with the whole getting up at 1am, and then 4 am and then 7am garbage. I realized, as i made my way across the hall: "I am sick of this!" and so, last night B-rad and i made the decision to let Chewie cry. It sucked. But, it wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. It's not like he's not used to crying out in his crib. Hell, that's how i put him down for a nap every time! So, he fussed and cried, and just as B-rad and i were deciding whether or not to give in and go get him, he stopped. and it was quiet.
we did it. and he really only cried for 15-20 minutes tops. i thought that i'd have to go through it all over again at 4am, but while i was waking from terrible nightmares all night, my little baby slept like an angel until 7, which is his normal wakeup time.
With this tiny victory, i worry about tonight... it seems i'm never blessed with two victories in a row. wish me luck.