Ugh. This poor baby. Couldn't he kill you? With his little feet sticking out from under the beanbag? I first heard him around 2:00 and I went in around 3:45 and he never could go back to sleep. I tried EVERYTHING I could, I sang, did joint compressions, rubbed his mouth the way the speech therapist at his ABA evaluation told me to (which was gross, as he mostly took the opportunity to lick my hand - eww), just ... everything I could think of, but when Maria woke up at 6:00 we just both went and got her. I had been sitting on that floor in his room for hours and when I went and got Maria, where did he go? He sat in the rocking chair! I had to sit on the ottoman. Chivalry, thy name is NOT Anthony. :)
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