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  This is a guest-post, written by Dana Obleman, Parenting Consultant and creator of The Sleep Sense Program. Dana reached out to me after reading about my exhausting bedtime and nighttime struggles with my daughter Leyna. I’m happy to have her posting here today and sharing her tips for an easier bedtime! It’s been one of […]

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No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they had plenty of sleep. – unknown BULLSHIT. If I were on my deathbed tomorrow, I could tell you about the great sleep I got in Nashville at the end of February, when I was sleeping in a hotel WITHOUT CHILDREN. But, okay, I […]

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Oh hey, guess what? It’s another post where I whine about not sleeping! I know. My blog is so original and profound. My life is a little like Groundhog Day, so that’s probably why my blog feels like it. I just keep going on and on and on about how I’m not sleeping because, well, […]

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It’s, like, essential to function. Bummer, right? I mean, I would be a MUCH better mother and housekeeper and a freaking rock star blogger if I didn’t need sleep. Why, sleep, why must I be so dependent on you? Scott’s been on a business trip all week, but I was determined not to let everything […]

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Come here.  Closer. Lean in, I’m going to say this in a very soft whisper. It’s true. This baby? She is…. easy. She sleeps! A lot. Her cries? Not bad. No signs of colic. None. ::KNOCKING ON ALL PIECES OF WOOD:: Oh, I really, really hate to blog about this. I’ve waited over 5 weeks […]

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I really haven’t thought much about what life will *really* be like with another newborn in the house. I mean, I’ve fantasized, perhaps. I’ve envisioned the tiny clothes and the cute pictures I can take of Kendall and his new brother/sister. I’ve thought about how I might want to decorate the nursery and about the […]

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7 am, he wakes, I hear him on the monitor.  Actually, he’s probably been awake for at least 15 minutes now because by the time I wake from my dreams of trips to Italy in skinny jeans he’s audibly annoyed that I’ve yet to come pick him up.  I stumble out my bedroom door, through […]

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