Every book I read was worthless, with the possible exception of whichever one it was that accurately described cry-it-out. But even then, I'd bet there was luc

Every book I read was worthless, with the possible exception of whichever one it was that accurately described cry-it-out. But even then, I'd bet there was luck involved. My two kids are opposite in their ability to self-soothe, but paradoxically cry-it-out worked for both of them equally well, in about two hours in a single night. <insert observation that every kid is different> The closest I have to a regret is that I wish I had somehow made even more time to spend with them. It goes so fast. So. Fast.