6 Tips for getting your baby to stay up all night


January 14, 2013




So you want to party all night with your baby, huh?

Ever wondered with 3 A.M. looks like? Ever wonder what type of weird things your spouse does in his sleep? Ever wonder how much rest you really need? Well, never fear. I have some fail-safe recommendations for you to stay up all night with your baby!

  • Step 1) First order of business is get a baby. I have a two month old, but any ol’ baby will do. Just make sure yours doesn’t do silly things like sleep 8 hour stretches at night yet. Sleeping long stretches at night is for the birds.
  • Step 2) Keep your baby over stimulated and over tired in the early evening. This will ensure a fussy baby at bedtime. This is best done by having an older sibling sing to your baby, or show your baby every single toy they own, despite your baby’s best efforts to turn his head away and fuss. Your older sibling has no idea that that means “no more thank you.” And your older sibling also has no idea that this simple act is getting your baby primed and ready for a 2 hour scream session.
  • Step 3) At bed time make sure things are loud and chaotic. Again, your older siblings can help out with this step. Make sure they yell and run up and down the hallway with all the vim and vigor as a couple of overactive Pomeranians. Slamming into walls and doors while you’re trying to nurse your baby down to sleep is also helpful.
  • Step 4) Finally, you got your baby to enter a slightly restful state. It took you approximately three and a half hours of nursing, rocking, singing, and dancing in the dark. Just add a mirrored ball and a bubbly drink, and you’ve got yourself a disco-teque! But now that your baby’s asleep you are bored out of your mind and you’ve found yourself just waiting around for him to wake up. It’s probably around 11:00 P.M. and your spouse has just settled in for the night. He just doesn’t value staying up all night like you and your baby do.
  • Step 5) It’s 1:19 A.M. and your baby finally woke up! Oh goodie. Nurse and don’t bother burping your baby, this is an imperative step in ensuring that he will wake up with gas in about one hour’s time.
  • Step 6) 2:34 A.M. Your baby woke up screaming! Now listen carefully because this part is very important in keeping your baby awake and  being able to party all night with him: continue to feed your baby no matter what he really wants. Just keep offering him a boob. He’s gassy? Feed him. He’s too hot? Feed him. He has spit up on his neck fat and all down his onesie? Feed him. Is his swaddle is too tight? Feed him. You get the idea…
  • 4:47 A.M. Congratulations, you’re almost there. Just keep repeating Step 6 until it’s time for normal people to wake up.

7:22 A.M. You made it! It’s morning. And you’ve both managed to stay up all night. Bravo! Now you have some bragging rights, a few extra lines on your face, and the mental capacity of a underfed squirrel. Enjoy your day, and remember if you and your baby fall asleep and stay asleep at night, you’re just not trying hard enough.


Oh I just want to give you a big hug right now. Rilyn and I were really good at this game too. We had it down to a science. Hoping you can get some rest soon. Maybe someone else can take Silas to the disco-teque tonight? (Hint, hint Pat) Or maybe I should bring you the “Windi”!

by Heather on January 14, 2013

Oh thats fine. You just described last night exactly over here at the Moen home! We looooove to stay up all night too! We should FaceTime at 4am.

by melinda on January 15, 2013

Although my baby is weeks younger than yours,we have already figured this out all by ourselves! We are so advanced for our age.

Why do we skip the burping? Why do we do that to ourselves?

Every day I wake up thinking that I’m only going to feed my baby if he is truly hungry. No matter of it’s noon or midnight. But then he makes a noise and I get him latched on.

Today I was going to be so so good at mypromise. Then I woke up with a clogged duct. So now I have to feed him at every peep.

You aren’t alone

by Lora on January 16, 2013

I love your writing! I have a 2 1/2 year old and a nine month old. My baby refuses to take a bottle or cup and therefore is chained to my boob! It’s exhausting to say the least when he still won’t sleep through the night. I think your blog is hilarious and look forward to reading more.

by Shanon on January 24, 2013

Your writing is hilarious….even though we know it is not funny at the time. We have been through it. Myself twice with the two sharing a room that drove me to the looney bin….well almost and Sara has experienced this 4 times. Hang in there. It passes at some point. Just remember you doing the best you can.

by Nicole Lindstrom on January 26, 2013

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January 11, 2013

We’ve stumbled through these past two months. Slowly we’ve  plodded along.



Just a mere two months ago you appeared into this world with a BANG. I remember visiting you each day in the NICU, you looked so ridiculous in that isolette. You looked too big for it. Too healthy, too good. I remember it infuriated and mocked me. A plastic box kept you apart from me.

It kept you warm, not me.

It held you, not me.

Tubes fed you, not me.

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Your beginning was rough, mainly for me. I don’t think I’ll ever stop talking about your birth because it shook me. It picked me up and vigorously shook me around, and dropped me back on the ground, and we both tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

You were content. You thrived, and your movements were strong and your cry was loud. It was me who was the mess, I was sad, and weepy, and hated that we weren’t together. Then finally you were able to come home with me. And I haven’t let you go since then.

You are so content in my arms. I wear you in a sling most of the time so that you are always near me. We float throughout our day together, in harmony. Because I have to make up for lost time.

Lately I’ve had this fear that you might have something wrong with you, because of how you were born. Maybe neurologically something is not connecting, I don’t know, I’m not a doctor. Not because of anything I see, but because as a mom, I’m always afraid of something. I just want you to be normal, and have a normal life.


I’d settle for normal, but you’re so much more than that, you are perfect. To me it doesn’t make sense. How can I be this blessed? How can God be this good to me? A catastrophic birth that you narrowly survived, and now you are here in my arms, and you are perfect? But it’s true. You smile, and talk to me all day long and you are fascinated by your sister and brother, but who can blame you, I’m fascinated by them too. Your tiny personality is gently emerging, and it’s already outstanding.

You keep gaining weight like a boss.  You’re a cannonball. And it feels good to know that even thought we had a rough start, I did that. At first they wouldn’t let me breastfeed you until you were 3 days old, which seemed like an eternity at the time, but now, two months later we’re at a professional level, and we got this…even in the middle of Christmas shopping at Target, we got this.


Everyone asks me, how’s three?

“Three is more,” I respond.

It’s more work, more poop, it takes more time to get places, it requires me to bring more stuff when I leave the house, it costs more money, there are more conversations about discipline, and sharing, it requires me to ask for more help, there’s more laundry, more arguments, and more waking up in the middle of the night.


But it’s also more love.

And that is enough to cover up all that other stuff.


So happy two months Silas, you have blessed our life with more.



Loved this post. So happy everything ended up MORE than alright. 😉 And so happy you have more. The life should be, right?

by RealMommyChron on January 11, 2013

So good! All of it.

by Dena Lucas on January 11, 2013

Beautiful. He is a handsome little man.

by Kelly on January 12, 2013

I love this.

by Lindsey on January 12, 2013

Great post. Adorable baby. Wonderful use of bad Target furniture.

by Libby on January 14, 2013

so sweet!!

by allie on January 15, 2013

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A New Playroom for 2013


January 3, 2013

Hello new year.


I don’t have any resolutions to commit to you.


Not because I don’t think I can benefit from some new habits, but because I’m in a holding pattern at the moment.

It’s called survival. And it goes a little something like this: keep baby alive. Keep other children alive. Keep myself from drinking all the beer in the house and passing out on the couch with See’s Candies wrappers littered all over my chest.

As long as I can check those three things off my list, I’ve considered the day a raging success.

Life for me is still a little hard. It’s getting a tiny bit easier. But my 5-year-old still has another week off from school. As much as I like that I don’t have to be anywhere on time, I’m kind of out of activities she can do while the other two sleep. There’s only so much entertainment a pack of chewing gum and a roll of tape can provide a kindergartner.

Plus life with a newborn means I’m home more than usual, and being home all the time makes me all antsy and projecty, which manifests itself in the form of, all I want to do is redecorate our house!

Christmas was a scary time for me.

Christ was born, and that’s always super exciting, and not scary at all. The scary part came in the form of all the stuff that my children were gifted. And those presents are making me question everything about life.

Really, the gifts are causing me to ask existential questions.

Because they are taking over my house. They are trickling out of rooms, and falling off shelves and they don’t have any consideration for my mental health.

I wonder why we need presents at all. Are toys even necessary in growing up children? When I was little my brother and I played in the planter on the porch that was filled with dead boxwood and cat feces.

Look how good I turned out.

The toys have become a point of tension for me, because I’m always one truant Candyland piece away from erupting like Mount Vesuvius.

And I’ve finally decided that something must be done.

Because this is the current state of our playroom:


I think it was originally intended to be a formal living room. But because my dog fart stains all of our pillows, and I don’t own anything “formal,” it has been the room that all the toys end up in. Except it’s annoying because it’s the first room you see when you enter into our home. It’s like, welcome to my home, never mind that colossal dump of a room to your left, and please avert your eyes to the sweaty children underneath the fort they manufactured out of couch cushions, 6 build-a-bear boxes, 2 trash cans, and one extra-large exercise ball. 

The playroom is actually kind of clean in that photo, and the state of disillusion that I live in where I believe that that room is some what clean, makes me sad.

So now I’m disillusioned, sad, and mentally unstable, all due to one small room in our house.

My husband thinks it’s fine, which is code for, “I don’t want to spend money on it.”

But money is a small price to pay in exchange for my healthy state of mind.

And thanks to Pinterest and Houzz, and 3 am feedings, I’ve come up with my solution.

Here’s my vision:


1. Jonathan Adler Couch This one rocks my socks off. It’s a bit spendy and since it would belong in a room primarily governed by children with no propensity towards cleanliness, it will probably never see the inside of my house. But a girl can still dream, right? Plus I really don’t think I have any space for it.

2. Tectonic rug. I love color, and the current rug in our playroom resembles Grandma’s pea soup. And speaking of pee, there is a considerable amount of it embedded into the rug. Vomit too. Time for something new.

3. Retro ceiling light. I’m obsessed with ceiling lights, and how they can dramatically change the look of a room. This one is pretty amazing, plus it’s a reasonable price.

4. A place to color, or as the kids get older, do homework. When I was growing up I never had a designated place to do homework. I just ended up doing it on my bed, and after 15 minutes of that I’d usually fall asleep. I might not have finished my book report, but gee whiz, I was well rested.

5. And finally, the most important element of the playroom….Storage! Storage that hides things behind closed doors. So I don’t have to look at Legos and undressed Barbie dolls all day.

Here’s hoping that 2013 brings a new playroom, and my sanity back!



Love this post! My kids are 6, 9 and 14 and I’m still getting rid of baby toys!! The playroom headache never ends, it just evolves 🙂

by Jane Haag on January 3, 2013

ah, your playroom is my room clean. you are doing great! I would love to trash my girls toys while they are at school but they seem to have a really good memory of the broken AG glasses in the corner of the 8th level of hell in their closet. Then I feel guilty.

by gorillabuns on January 3, 2013

Actually, your playroom looks quite cute to me! (Bummer about the dog fart stains though.) And I think Pinterest was something designed to drive us a little mad so don’t feel bad! I’m hoping for a year of redesign in our home too. (Nothing like being a SAHM to make you constantly dwell about your dwelling.) Happy 2013 to you and your family! Keep posting, you are hilarious.

by Rachel on January 5, 2013

I’m impressed you even made a pin board. Its exhausts me just to think of doing that.

by Libby on January 7, 2013

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(Guest Post) Much Ado About You on Infertility and Adoption


January 2, 2013

I’m Emmy, I’m 35, and I’m infertile.

Wait, let me back up.  I’m Emmy.  Beckey has been so sweet to allow me to invade her space for the day.  Sorry, I’m not nearly as funny as she is. I warned you.

I own Much Ado About You where I sell printables. I occasionally blog {Confesstions of a Paper Freak}, and I incessantly Instagram {@itsjustemmy}.  I am married to my high school sweetheart and as of this year we have been together for more than half our lives.

Almost 11 years ago I got pregnant for the first time.  Nathan and I were so excited, and immediately started planning that child’s future.  We were thinking of names… wondering if it would be a boy or a girl… hoping its due date of December 26th would not mean we were going to have a Christmas baby.

But just a few days later I started bleeding heavily, and knew in an instant that that baby was gone.

We had only just begun trying to get pregnant, but I had so many friends experiencing infertility and I begged God to spare us from that roller coaster.

Our doctor told us that since we were so early in the pregnancy I would not need a D & C, and that technically I could get pregnant as soon as my next cycle.

Which I did.

That pregnancy was such a relief, and I vividly remember thanking God that I was never going to have to walk that long and painful road of infertility.

A year after Beau was born we decided to start trying for a second baby.  We wanted four, so we thought we’d better get going!

God had different plans for our family.

The next six years were spent going from one doctor’s appointment to the next and from one surgery to the next, all in an effort to figure out why my young and seemingly healthy body was not working.

I have Endometriosis, a condition that basically destroys your body from the inside out.  During my final surgery my doctor made the painful decision to remove both of my non-functioning fallopian tubes, hoping it would increase the chance of my third and final IVF {invitro-fertilization} treatment being successful.

The next month we had our final IVF procedure.  It failed.  We were done.

We were physically {well mostly me on that one}, emotionally, and financially spent.  The chance of a natural pregnancy was eliminated with the removal of my tubes.  I was officially STERILE.  It is still strange to say those words.  I am a woman that cannot do what I was created to do… bear children.  That is a very strange reality to be faced with.

I spent seven dark years in the thick of my infertility {I say “my” infertility because the issues were mine… with another woman my husband could have had more children… more salt in the wounds}.  For some of those years Nathan and I were not on the same page.  He didn’t understand my desperation for a child when I already was a mom.  Those years I struggled with a deep loneliness that I had never known.  It is so hard to explain what infertility feels like to someone that has never experienced it, but the bottom line is… IT SUCKS.

However, God also used those seven years to challenge my character and bring me to a place of total trust and reliance on His plan for my life.  I came to a point where I had to say, “God, I love you and I trust you, and I know that {while very different from mine} Your plan is the best plan for my life.  So even if I never have another baby I will praise you and be thankful for whatever it is that you call me to do.”

And I really was at peace.  Without tubes I no longer had to live in two week cycles, wondering if each late period was the one.  I had an incredible eight year old that was the joy of my life, a loving, supportive husband, a thriving business… life was good.

I will leave this next part of the story short and sweet {if you would like to read the whole story, you can find it here}.  Through miraculous circumstances, in March of 2011 we brought home the most beautiful baby girl that looks nothing like us.


And in the instant that I met her I understood every no that God had placed in my path.

If you are in a season of not understanding the circumstances of your life, please be encouraged that someday you may understand and even appreciate the painful path that you are walking.

Since experiencing infertility and adoption I have a heart for encouraging hurting women.  Several months ago I felt a calling on my life to do something to help other women that are experiencing similar trials, and the Choose Joy event was born.

Choose Joy is a one-day conference in Southern California for women and couples that are experiencing infertility and/or desire to grow their families through adoption.  I have somehow convinced several other women from all over the country to come and be a part of this event.  We have speakers on topics such as “God’s Heart for the Hurting; Waiting Hurts, Waiting Perfects,” “Having a Heart of Hope: Overcoming the Hurt of Infertility,” “The Good, the Bad, and The Ugly of International Adoption” and much, much more.  My desire is for this to be a day of connection and community, and for women to open their minds to the plan that God has for their family.

The event will include a luncheon and a dessert, and at the end we will be raffling off a cash prize to help someone grow their family.

Tickets are on sale for $30 through the 25th of January.  {After that the price goes up to $40, so don’t delay!}  Please visit the website for all the details on the location and schedule, bios on each speaker, and to register for the event.

If you aren’t experiencing infertility, statistics say that someone you know is.  Please pass this website on to your friends or family that could use some support.

Thanks for reading my story.





This story made me bawl because it is so familiar and so beautifully redeeming. Thanks for sharing!

by Kristen Howerton on January 2, 2013

“If you are in a season of not understanding the circumstances of your life, please be encouraged that someday you may understand and even appreciate the painful path that you are walking.”

Thank you for this post and for the sentence above. I totally needed that…

by Elaina on January 2, 2013

Loved this story……I, too, experienced infertility…….I went through years of the proverbial roller coaster….. then one day, the word “foster parent” became part of my vocabulary. Before I knew it, God placed a six week old infant girl in my lap…..then, two years later, a distant friend called to tell me she was pregnant and did not want the baby……she told me if I wanted it, I could have it!….Oh boy, baby number two….In the meantime, the birth mother of my oldest daughter was on the street corners in order to pay for her drug habit. In the blink of an eye, she had three more girls and was able to keep them…..when she was pregnant with her fifth child, the girls were taken away and I was called…..did I want to foster these three beautiful girls until they were adoptable, otherwise, they would have to be split up. The thought of these girls looking for each other one day broke my heart, so I said yes! I went from two to five girls in one weekend! When the birth mother had her fifth child, another girl, I was called again…..and again, I said yes…..wow, six girls! God had given me so much more than I could have imagined! Three years later, the birth mother was again pregnant, only this time she was “using” more and more often. She was still homeless and went into labor a month early. I was called once again…..again I could not split up this family, so I said yes for the last time. This time it was a boy! That was seven years ago and they are all growing up too fast. Little did I know when I first started out on this ride what God had in store for me! Faith and trust are the two most important words I have learned on this journey. A single mom, blessed seven times and we all could not be happier!

by Nancy McFadden on January 2, 2013

You are so brave to share this story. I suffer from infertility too, and am still coming to terms with the fact I will never give birth, and only have one child. Knowing that I am not the only one going through this is a comfort. And your girl (and boy) is darling!

by Libby on January 7, 2013

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