I scan blogs like a hawk, rolling my eyes across the screen hoping to catch a new interest. A new blog that will keep me entertained for a while like a new book you cant put down. I want to wake up in the morning and run to check the latest post, not knowing whether one was made or not is like finding the toy at the end of the cereal box... i mean is it really as cool as the box describes or is it some cheap ass toy that makes us want to buy the cereal.We will never know.









Occasionally i will find a post about a mom complaining about her toddler or infant sleeping in the same bed with them, about how it is ruining their sex life and the kid is taking up the whole bed and yada yada. Well I'll be the first one to complain that my toddler will not even dare sleep with me, and i hate it. last night i tried so hard to get Vincent to sleep in the bed with me, and it ended the same way it always does with him in his crib and me in my own bed wondering why he doesn't want to sleep with me.When he was an infant he refused to sleep anywhere but on me chest. We would camp out in the living room so we didn't wake the daddy with our late night feedings. I would wake up soaked in baby drool . I miss it. Somewhere around 3-4 months Vincent decided he didn't want to sleep with me anymore and his new love would be his crib. Ever met a baby that truly loves his crib.... well meet Vincent. The crib took my place. I mean i don't want him to solely sleep with me, but.... every once in a while would be nice. I thought last night might work. I could tell he was so tired because of the way he rubs his head and eyes... so i went in the room and turned the lights off and decided we were going to go to sleep. We lay down and immediately Vincent giggles, as if to say "you gotta be kidding mom" he tries a few times to get up and i hold him tight with out saying anything to him and pretending i am asleep {the things parents will do} he gives up and lays there for about 20 minutes talking to himself and every once in a while he will looks up at me and laugh which is probably because he can tell i am pretending to be asleep and he finds a little humor in the fact that i haven't fooled him. Then he practices snapping his fingers moving on to the motions for the Itsy Bitsy Spider,then he started pointing at the fan and asking what i assume to be questions and i just layed there pretending to go to sleep for a good 45 minutes before i decided to put him in his own bed where he didn't even cry or anything, possibly falling directly asleep. I am jealous of the crib.