Tick Tock, Tick Tock

Iain's neural development continues apace.

I walked in two mornings ago and found him holding his pacifier in both hands.

While we were in California, he learned how to stick out his tongue when you prompt him by sticking out yours.

Tonight, playing in the gym, he managed to snag the monkey ("You GET that monkey! Get it! Get that MONKEY!!") three times and hold on.

But the best, the absolute BEST development...

Backstory: while we were at Megan's wedding, I spent a lot of time chatting with Tomoe. Besides an absolutely incredible ability to put a lace slip onto another woman while that woman is laced into an extremely tight corset and you are kneeling at her feet enveloped in at least three layers of fabric, Tomoe has a PhD in psychology. So I said, "Iain's 11 weeks old, and what we're really, really ready for is melatonin production and..." and she said, "self-regulation."

That's what happens when you hang with the Psych Department. They know things.

So, yes. I'm so ready for some self-regulation (aka self-soothing), and that spike in melatonin that will bring earlier, longer sleep periods at night. Iain will be 12 weeks this Friday, and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Last night, bedtime was 9:15. Iain slept all night. And I don't mean the BS "all night" the books say (11pm to 6 am is NOT all night). He slept until a human being would actually get up - 8.

This afternoon, Iain spent ten minutes in Tummy Time. He hated it. He screamed his head off. But twice he stopped wailing and looked thoughtful.

Tonight? Well, it's 9:18, and he's asleep. It took ten minutes (five minutes of Eloise - not a success - then 5 minutes of the Blade Runner soundtrack).

Whee!