Max slept in his crib last night. On his back.
While he didn't sleep through the night (the holy grail of Boo-Ya!), he did allow Angie and I to sleep with each other in a bed most of the night. He went down at 12am in the bassinet. We were so shocked, we couldn't bring ourselves to move him into his crib. So Angie stayed up for a while watching he shows online while sitting next to him. He got hungry around 2am, took some TJ, and then went back to sleep in the crib next to our bed. He got a little fussy around 4am, took some more to eat, and then went back on his back in his crib until 7:30 this morning, when he got hungry again. And now he's sleeping in the bassinet again, while Daddy writes this with mouth agape.
Now, this didn't happen completely by divine intervention. Mommy and Daddy have been experimenting with our son. Here's what we've found out.
Use distilled water to mix his formula.
Give him a dose of "Little Tummies" before his last meal of the night (thanks be to Carey for the recommendation!)
Make a little nest for him in his crib. Roll up a bath towel and shape it like a horseshoe, and set him in the middle.
Use the "magic afghan."
Remove Bernie's collar so he doesn't jingle his tags.
Cross your fingers.
This is huge. He's peaceful and therefore, mommy and daddy are peacefulish. Of course, I know I got up many times during the night to make sure he was breathing, moving, and alive, but hey, can you blame me?
What a great way to cap of the Day of Thanks!