Thanksgiving was so great. Seriously. We went out to Denver to visit my family, and it was one of the most enjoyable visits I think I’ve ever had with them. Here are the highlights, in order of occurrence:

1. Lego was perfectly behaved on the eight-hour drive. He might have fussed for a minute or two softly in the last hour, but other than that, he happily enjoyed reading books and playing with whoever was sitting next to him. He snacked in the car and drank his chocolate milk, which meant we didn’t even have to stop to nurse the entire time. That means he didn’t nurse for nine or ten hours. I still can’t believe he did that.

2. Lego slept through the night every night while we were there. I’d still nurse at 5:00 or 6:00, but I consistently got lots of sleep. Hooray!

3. Jon Boy’s parents came down for Thanksgiving dinner. While his mom, my mom, and I were snapping green beans, we had a really nice chat about all things Church. Nothing earthshattering, but nice.

4. Lego had a blast. He loved everyone and learned their names. He wasn’t even shy for a minute or two. In fact, the first night we got there, he didn’t want to go to bed because he wanted to play with Grandma some more. We’d arrived less than two hours before. It was so nice to see him so happy. The nice thing about Lego is that when he’s happily surrounded by people he loves, he doesn’t get hyper; he just smiles a lot and talks a lot and sits and plays with his toys. And then occasionally he’ll point to someone in the room, exclaim their name, and then continue what he was doing. Everybody who knows him at all thinks his little personality is adorable, and I happen to agree. Watch this kid: he’s going to be a social butterfly later in life.

5.  The meal was extraordinarily good. I especially loved my uncle’s mashed potatoes with 1/3 each sweet potatoes and squash. And of course my old favorites, the stuffing and the green beans.

6. The mornings were some of my favorite times. Jon Boy and my two youngest siblings would sleep in later than me, Lego, and my parents. So the house would be quiet and calm, and I got lots of good time to spend with my parents. Sometimes we didn’t even do or say much.

7. It was fascinating and really cool listening to my siblings compose songs together.

8. We had a Qdoba vs. Chipotle challenge. We got a couple of identical burritos from each place and compared them for flavor and for speed. The speed challenge was a draw, but everyone agreed that Chipotle burritos are far superior. So that solves that. I still like Cafe Rio better than either, for what it’s worth.

All in all, a great trip. (The drive home and hotel stay Saturday night were not quite so awesome, though.)

No, I haven’t died or anything.

Though, my laptop did. Jon Boy and I are now sharing his computer, which means less time for time-consuming activities online, such as blogging. What’s more, Lego has recently decided that it’s BORING when Mommy’s on the computer, and he pesters me by grabbing the mouse, begging to nurse, pushing buttons on the keyboard, and pushing my chair around in circles until I get off. Anyway, I just haven’t been online much, and when I have been, I’ve been playing Scrabble on Facebook.

The main thing I’ve been wanting to blog about recently has been Lego’s sleeping problems.Because I’m pregnant, I’ve found that suddenly my body can’t handle waking up three or four times each night to nurse Lego. I never really liked doing it, but I was used to it enough that I was coping. But when I’m pregnant, I need even more sleep than usual. The days were dragging, and I had no energy to do my housework or to play with Lego.

I did a ton of research and even got some advice from Lego’s doctor, so we started on a strict regimen. Lego was to eat every three hours, no less (he’d always been a “grazer”), we would comfort him when he woke at night, but I would not nurse him until he’d been in bed at least eight hours, and I would “calorie pack” everything I fed him (this was because his weight gain was approaching abominable). Mmm, half and half mixed with whole milk to drink. Mmmm, butter on everything.

To make a long story short, the regimen did a good job of getting more calories into Lego. It didn’t do a great job getting him to sleep. After five days of rocking, singing, and snuggling Lego to sleep when he’d wake (still three or four times a night), I was exhausted. Nursing is a LOT faster and easier than that, and he wasn’t really waking any less. I relaxed a bit and figured I’d start with a five-hour stretch as the goal instead of eight and then gradually lengthen it. That allowed me to sleep better (only two wakings) for a few nights, until he started waking every three hours again, and by then I was so tired I didn’t have the will to fight it. Lego was back frequenting the all-night diner with a vengeance.

Last week, I reached the end of my rope. I did something I never felt I could do before: I tried the horrible, cruel, painful method of just not going into Lego’s room at all from bedtime until morning. I knew he would scream his lungs out all night. I knew he’d probably feel abandoned and hungry and scared. But I also knew that he’d soon learn that there was no point to waking up if there was no reward for it. After a week of doing this, Lego still wakes once or twice, albeit briefly. He quickly puts himself back to sleep.

Meanwhile, he’s protesting solid food a bit (though that’s slowly getting better). And now he has a cold. But I’m sleeping at night, and I’m feeling so much better during the day. As mean as I felt those first few nights, I’m wondering if I should have done this earlier.