Night 1: 9:07pm
He's still screaming. It's been an hour and he's still screaming.

In preparation for this task we moved his room to the back bedroom, furthest away from us and the noise of the front room. Andrea went downstairs to warn the girls who live below us that Evan could be screaming all night, but I doubt they can hear anything over the thump thump thump of the Hoobastank cd they have on repeat.

So it is a bit easier than before because we can't hear him so much. When his room was up front we heard every whimper, sneeze, and fart, but now he's raising the dead back there and I'm able to type.

Tip 1: put some distance between the kid and yourself.

He screams pretty good when he's alone, but screams three times as loud after I visit to "reassure" him. I think I'm gonna let him alone. He's my little man and I know he'll be ok.

(Evan, when you get older and read this, know that we love you and its breaking our hearts to hear you scream like this. Depending on how old you are when you read this, Evan, remind me to give you a lolly/ice cream/video game/keys to my car/advice on 401k.)

Tip 2: Remind yourself that he'll be ok and tomorrow morning he'll give you a hug and act like none of this happened.

Its 9:20 now and it gets intermittantly quiet and screamy in his room. Is he running out of steam?