Sleep training

We're trying to get Ezra to go to sleep without Mommy holding and rocking him. Mommy's back is starting to feel the ill-effects of carrying a very heavy baby boy for at least an hour every night. But Ezra protests. So, it is with a heavy heart, Mommy attempts the first "cry it out" session.

Pressed up against the corner of the crib, slouched down in a seated position, my little monster finally gave up the fits of frantic tears for deep, manly snores. I'm afraid to move him lest I awaken the slumbering beast. Damn, he's cute.