Vicki has class on Monday nights, so she comes by my office at 5 to do the Samson hand-off before heading to school. It's fun to get a little extra Sam and Daddy time (don't tell anyone, but the first course of dinner tonight was cookies).
Bedtime, however, is a different story.
Getting Samson to sleep has never been easy. I don't remember the exact date when we finally stopped swaddling him (it's not usually a category in those baby milestone books) but it was some time around eight months(!). Not eight months ago. At eight months.
I had visions of giving his college roommate instructions on how to wrap the blanket like a burrito and make sure his arms were at his sides.
So I guess we've made some progress, but it doesn't always feel that way.
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