The majority share in the sleepless market should by rights belong lately to Gauntlets, with her beautiful and very new baby (Happy One Week Birthday, BabyGirl! :D).
But we're having a little situation in these parts. I have a feeling that the name of Ferber might well be met here with a chorus of "Let him be anathema!" So how do all you kinder, gentler people get your 12-month-olds to sleep for more than an hour or two at a time at night? Nothing but nursing will get us back to dreamland....
This has been progressively worse lately. Teeth might be a factor (the lad has only 4 to date, so we assume he'll eventually get some more), but there are no telltale swollen gums.
Bottom line: Sleeping Boot Camp is coming soon to a baby near us. He needs better sleep. I need better sleep. Dad, who happens to be rolling inexorably toward the end of the busiest season of the church year, needs better sleep. (Which is one of the reasons that The Family Bed is not a solution under consideration here. If it works for you, great, but it ain't a-gonna help us a-tall at this point.)
If I needed another reminder of the fact there is a God, and I am not He, I am full mindful lately of how very humbling the need for rest is. Not the least of our God's incomprehensibly awesome and incredible comforting attributes is his endless and compassionately energetic wakefulness.