The boy slept in a Pack-n-play in our room for the first few months. It was at the end of the bed, which means I’d have to find my way around it in the dark to get to the Lil Father’s Room. Amazingly enough, I could pull this off pretty well.
During this time in the boy’s life it was really tricky to get him to sleep – a lot of nights there was walking him around till 4:00 am – so we had to be cautious because anything could brake the spell. One night I bumped the Pack-n-play and thought, “Well, that’s the end of that.” But, no, just the sound effect and then back to sleep. Amazing.
Early on, the boy showed no effort at all on his face during anything scatological (including the infamous projectile pooping episode), which would make it even funnier. One night he was asleep and started a certified Mel Brooksian symphony and the wife and I had to clamp our hands over our mouths so we wouldn’t laugh and wake him.