In January, when I found out I was pregnant, life was a little different. This pregnancy happened a little quicker than we imagined and we were still living the, "Deacon is the baby of the house" lifestyle. He still nursed on demand, slept in our bed, woke up all night long. It had been working just fine for us (although Jared may disagree a bit on this topic :)), but with the new news we realized that things had to change. Having a definitive deadline looming I lay awake at nights trying to figure out the best way to transition the little guy from baby to "independent" toddler. I wavered back in forth on which huge transition to attack first: weaning or moving into his brother's room for sleeping. Ultimately the sleep thing won as I was suddenly racked with first trimester exhaustion and sickness. So, we moved Deacon, his "lovies" and books into the bottom bunk in his brother's room. I wish I could say that this has been an easy transition but it certainly hasn't! I've ultimately lost a LOT more sleep in the process but I CAN at least say the following statement: Deacon now shares a room with his brother and sleeps in the bottom bunk. I still can't add to that statement that he sleeps through the night, nor can I add that he does so independently (imagine me wandering back and forth at night), but it's a step. I'll take it.
Nursing on the other hand has gone well, better than expected. My pregnancy resulted in a huge drop in supply so most of his nursing was simply for comfort (and getting to sleep). I can now officially say out loud that he stopped nursing about 3 weeks ago. He still asks for it constantly and getting him to sleep has been a nightly wrestling match, but it's been a success. I'm pretty proud of both of us for getting through this transition!
So, with all of the changes happening around here I'm sure you can imagine that Deacon has not only become a *bit* more independent but he's also become a bit more unruly. All of these changes have thrown him head first into the terrible 2's a bit early I'm afraid. These next pictures describe it perfectly...sometimes he's still my sweet little baby, other times it's as if Darth Vader himself has possessed the boy. With some extra love, hopefully we'll work through it :)

