Look Ma, TWO Hands!

I'm typing with two hands. Guess why?

Because Ryker's sleeping. Guess where?

In his room!!!!

Still!!!!

Those of you close to the Banjostrand household know that we've had an unplanned 7-12 month bout of cosleeping. Kitty, Daddy, Momma, Jack and for as long as he's been alive, Ryker, have all slept in "our" bed for portions of every single night. And until Thursday night it was moderately okay.

Friday morning Chuck and I began composing our Craigslist posting to sell the children. "Two slightly used children for sale. Very high-spirited, smart and cuddly. Come with all appropriate clothing, food and furniture. Must take both - sale is final. $25 OBO. "

After a day full of pep-talks, we embarked on Operation Get the *expletive deleted* Out of Our Bed. Jack's room is sporting a brand new anti-sleepwalking gate outside the door, for which I feel mildly guilty but also incredibly grateful. And Ryker went into his crib.

The first two hours of the night were peaceful. And I celebrated my new found freedom by eating Jell-O and watching This Old House. (By the way, am I the only person who didn't really know what Jell-O is made from? Gross.)

The next few hours were spent alternating between Ryker feedings and Jack coming to his gate, shaking the bars and stage-whispering "DA-DDYYYY!" until Chuck got up and told him that it's not time to get up yet and to go back to sleep. Ryker stayed on the 2-3 hour feeding schedule with one bout of crying that lasted over an hour. But from 3-6am it was quiet. And then Ryker slept again until 9:30, when I started this post. Of course now it's half an hour later and he's up and has had a bath and is sporting an outfit characteristic of a family that hasn't done laundry in two weeks. Chuck says he looks like a substitute teacher. No offense to any subs out there - I was once one of you.

Anyway, I'm rambling out of excitement for our progress. We'll let you know how it goes.