Up all night...

So, two nights ago, Mudd decided to stay awake pretty much the entire night. He's five and a half months old, and I knew that he was too old to being playing these games with me. I was really, extremely tired and every time I picked him up, he was content as could be, and the minute I put him back down, the screams came at full force. It was time for my little guy to meet the Ferber. Disclaimer: Now I know that talking about things like this on a public blog can fuel all kinds of criticism and harbor all types of negativity. I just want to say that I completely respect the decisions that people make for their own particular children, but I'm going to do what works for me and my boys. It doesn't mean that I'm right, or that my way is the right way for everyone. So, last night, my husband, "the big D," decides that we are going to let him cry it out. We did this with Jam and it really worked, but I had the luxury of skipping outta the house when the crying ensued. This time around, I was stuck at home reading books to Jam, as poor little Mudd cried his eyes out. Jam looked at me like I was insane (which I just might be). "Mom," he said in his beloved two year old babyspeak "Mudd crying." I told him that I knew but that we were going to keep reading. He didn't like that one bit, and could you really blame him? What was I doing to his brother? Would I do the same thing to him? Mudd started to wail and Jam said "MOM, HELLO." I peeked my head out and started to make my way to Mudd's room with Jam in tow. That's when Big D stopped me. "Don't go in there, we've got to do this." It killed me. I think it killed Jam more, and poor Mudd was the most upset of us all. We went back to reading books, and Big D got Mudd after what seemed like an eternity. After Jam and Mudd were finally asleep, guess who was tossing and turning until midnight? That would me be. What's up with that?