Well, we started B's final feeding at 8:45pm, but he only seemed to want to snack on it. By 9pm he was having one of his "marathons." (For those of you that have not witnessed this behavior, it is a continuous punching/kicking of all four limbs for about 30 minutes. He "runs" so hard that he gets his heart rate up. I think we have an athlete on our hands...) At 9:29 I took B and his bottle into his bedroom, turned off the lights, turned on the lullaby CD, and positioned us in his glider. Within ten minutes he had finished the bottle and passed out for the night. So, we didn't make it to sleep by 9:30, but 9:45 sure isn't bad for the first night of "bedtime."
(I'd just like to add that putting him down at a reasonable hour allowed me to run to Walmart and pick up a few sorely needed items. I'm not keen on taking B to that germ-infested place!)
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