There are few things that I could count on since Jackson has come into our lives. One is that he is a great eater and we will probobly never have to worry about him getting enough food in his tummy, and two was his sleep habits. He has been a great sleeper and has been sleeping through the night for quite a while now. We did employ the help of the miracle blanket and a sleep positioner though- so I can’t really take credit for any of it. If I were to look into my crystal ball however, I think we are now officially screwed!

I gave up the miracle blanket about a month ago against my better judgement- ok, Jeremy had to pry it out of my grubby clutches and hide it. Sure the baby was wayyyy to fat for it and his legs no longer fit in the little pouch at the end, but I loved the damn thing. Jackson would sleep so peacefully, and be in the exact same position when he woke up the morning. It truly was a miracle and worth every red cent that I paid for it.

So for the past month, we have gotten used to sleeping sans miracle blanket. He has stopped smacking himself in the head while he sleeps, and as long as he was laying on his side all was right with the world (which is where the sleep positioner came into play) But now that he can roll, things have started getting complicated. See, my silly little monkey doesn’t like to sleep on his back, and hasn’t really gotten the concept of tummy sleeping, but is perfectly content on his side. Which is fine with the help of a sleep positioner- but left to his own devices he will either fall forward or backward thus ensuring a long ass night for the both of us.

The first few nights- there would be about 5 minutes of grunting with little baby legs flying in the air as he tried to heave his chubby little tummy over the side roll of the sleep positioner. He considered it a personal challenge- he had to try it because it was there damnit! He would eventually give up and call it a day. So, I felt secure in the fact that we wouldn’t have to worry about him rolling in bed for at least a bit longer.

Then this morning I go into his room, like I have done many times before and to my horror what do I find? The sleep positioner is thrown in the corner of the crib, my sweet son is laying on his tummy, with one arm hanging outside of the crib. HOLY CRAP! And he wasn’t even crying- he was just kind of looking around. In my mind, if he would have been screaming bloody murder it would have been better. Then I would know he was in a bind and I could have come and saved him!

So now I may never sleep again! He is great at rolling over unto his tummy but apparently the 4-month old brain can only comprehend one direction at a time, and he can’t seem to find his way back over. CRAP! CRAP! CRAP! Obviously duct tape isn’t a viable option…so I got nothing!