"His room should be darker, get blackout curtains."
"He's probably afraid of the dark, get a nightlight (or two, or three)."
"Put him down awake, so he learns to sleep on his own."
"Comfort/rock/nurse him to sleep so he feels that you are close."
"Maybe his bed is too hard, get a softer mattress."
"Babies need firm mattresses, they are safer."
"He's waking up because he's hungry, he needs to eat more during the day."
"Stretch out his feedings so he learns to go longer between eating."
"His room is too quiet, get him a fan/white noise machine/ipod/CD player/radio."
"He probably needs quiet to sleep."
And on and on and on.
And then, when you are just sitting around, chatting with your son at the table, all of a sudden, you look over and...
Right there in his comfy plastic booster seat, carefully clutching his most prized possessions.
