Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Three nights. EJP has slept for three nights. In a row.
While I was gone on Wednesday night, RCP had a horrible night with him. When I got home, I took over the bedtime duties, and I guess he must be more scared of me than he is of her.
Last night, he did cry out once, and when I went to check on him, he was in bed with his sister, quiet and asleep. The important thing is that he took care of himself, rather than standing on the landing screaming until someone came.
I think if we get 7 days in row of quality sleep, we're taking away the pacifier.