Note to self

Things to be ashamed of:

• Breaking my promises to myself. 
• Not being a better Baha'i.
• Eating ice cream at 2 a.m. (No one NEEDS ice cream at 2 a.m. A glass of water? Yes. A banana? Maybe. Ben and Jerry's? Not so much.)

Things NOT to be ashamed of:

• Breastfeeding.
• Breastfeeding past boy's one-year birthday.
• Breastfeeding without introducing bottles (resulting in the fact that boy never got used to them, and never would take them).
• Not having any plans to wean from breastfeeding in the near future.
• Having a boy who's not a textbook sleeper.
• (Alright, I'll admit it.) Having a boy who's a CRAPPY sleeper.
• Co-sleeping. (It's the most awesome feeling in the world to wake up in the middle of the night, and know that your baby is safe with you, right by your side, that if anything goes wonky in the night, like if a smoke detector or the security system alarm goes off, you can reach out and pull him close to you, that you're not separated by stairs or distance. Plus, he's such a warm little teddy bear on cold nights.)
• Having a boy who's at the tenth percentile for weight, for his age. He's healthy and growing, alert and inquisitive, and has become a pretty good eater. SOMEONE'S got to make up the low end of the statistical distribution.