Reflecting back on yesterday’s experience with Jake (which really wasn’t that bad, it just involved a LOT of crying), I have to see it as a success. I know that with a small change of routine, he will start to get used to me being a source of comfort in the “going to sleep department”. He’s used to Mommy giving him the magic booby just before bedtime. Now daddy’s giving me a bottle!? WTF!? Where’s magic booby?

I have to tell you though, I have stood in burning buildings, lived through a tornado, and dove out of airplanes. But that feeling of helplessness when you can’t comfort your kid is more stressful than all three of those combined!

I know that it’s just a matter of time and practice. Things will only get easier. But for now, I think I’m going to have to start dying my hair!:)

Me at 8pm last night:)