Tonight is the first night Kingston is attempting to sleep through the night without being swaddled. Yikes! Last night he woke up twice after busting out of his swaddler so we figured if he was waking us up while being swaddled, we might as well bite the bullet and take the swaddler off. We have selfishly been putting this off because, well, if it ain't broke. . . He had consistently slept through the night for about 3 weeks straight until last night. I think the time has come.
I went to Belk and bought him some cute new jammies to get him inspired. They have flying dragons on them. Nothing says sleep like flying dragons, I like to think. I covered him in the crochet blanket his Great Grandmama made him. Does anyone know how old they should be to sleep covered by a blanket? It might be too soon, and I will probably take it off of him before I go to bed.
So wish us luck. If you see me tomorrow and I am really grumpy and tired looking, you'll know it didn't go so well!