Mystical Mundane

As long as the internet has been in my life, about 12 years, I have kept an online journal somewhere. I've never really known how to express myself in them, and as a result have had a few different ones. One for my dark rambling self (now evolved into 'spiritually seeking self' ) , one for pagan/wiccan things (but I am no longer Wiccan... pagan is a term that I'm not quite comfortable with either - Earth-Based/Panentheist is more appropriate ) one for family stuff that was mostly only published to people I knew. I even had one of those 'mommy blogs' for awhile but then I realized I didn't want to promote things because if I didn't like it, I would be very honest and that wouldn't be very PR friendly. Also, I am financially restricted, BIG time, so for me to promote something it would have to be cheap AND super awesome. :) I've never just had all of me in one spot.  Ultimately though, that's who I am. All of it. I am a sometimes moody, som...

Well, he's just about 19 months but the Sleep Regression part is quite fitting. At 5am this morning I was lying on the floor, on a blanket, next to his crib, with my hand through the bars so he could hold onto my finger, reassured that I had NOT snuck out of his room. He was never a great sleeper, but this past week or so it has really escalated. At least previously, if he did wake, I could give him a bottle and he would have a few sips and go back to sleep. About a week ago, when I would give him the bottle if he woke, as soon as he heard my footsteps walking away from the crib, he'd toss the bottle and stand up screaming. Sooooo I caved and picked him up and rocked him... an hour later of rocking him and he's still opening his long lashed dark brown eyes to check and see if I'm still there. I understand the concept behind putting them in their crib to sleep, and not rocking them etc. , but it was our special time together, the only time he wanted to actually sit with...