Bedtime

I just put William to bed. I went through his normal routine. We all had dinner together about 6:30; William had some banana puree and avacado puree. Mirjam left for her orchestra class at 6:45, and a few minutes later I put William in his little tub to splash around in. I pulled him out after about ten minutes, and dried him off and dressed him, even though he prefers to be naked. I wrapped him up like a burrito in a couple of blankets, set him in his crib in our room, and read to him "Goodnight Moon."

As usual, he listened quietly all the way through, staring intently at each page. "Goodnight little house. Goodnight little mouse." I turned off the light in the closet, which I was reading by, and left the room, closing the door behind me.

A couple minutes later William started to make some noise, which soon turned into crying. Normally he falls asleep without a peep. I went in, picked him up, consoled him, re-wrapped him, and set him back in the crib after he was calm. A few minutes later he started crying again. I let him cry for a while, but after almost a half-hour he was only getting louder.

I picked him up, patted him on the back, walked around the darkened room, and after he had calmed down, I laid down on the bed, with him on my chest. He kept his head down and sucked on his thumb as he continued to whimper and sigh for a couple minutes. Mirjam called at 8:06 to check up on us. I rolled over to answer the phone, holding William close to me to keep him from looking around and finding something to play with or eat. After hanging up the phone we laid there for about fifteen minutes as he fell asleep with his head on my arm and his hand on my face.