Which means I had to practice the art of follow-through. Yes, I did go buy my kid a toy. (I know, I know he has no sense of what's going on.) But still it is good practice for me. I know as a parent, you can't say one thing and do another. (Hence all of "those" mom's who tell their kid they will count to 3 or else....well I think those mom's are still out there counting.) So anyway, since I said I would buy him a toy if he pooped, B is the proud new owner of 99c plastic toy keys.
Another oh happy day moment: B put himself to sleep unswaddled. He talked, then whined, then cried for about 2 minutes and fell asleep. Progress. Now, since then he's woke himself up twice and required a paci. But hey, we're getting there.
Day 2 of oatmeal tonight. Oh happy day!