LOL Eddie at asking my opinion on child stuff! I have considered that clock, though - looks good. I reckon Alex might be ok with understanding the concept; but how you get him to be quiet until the sunny face is there, I don't know! I'm speaking from my own experience here - Iestyn would understand the concept, but he regularly ignores anything I tell him to do...
I had a dreadful sleeper too. It's really, really hard. Now, he's not too bad, and isn't usually an early waker either; but I'm not sure that makes up for the year of strife! He didn't sleep through even once until he was about 8 months old, and it wasn't consistent until he was well over a year.
Breastfeeding - agree with Spider, made no difference to Iestyn and it meant anyway that I could never ever have any time off. No option of DH dealing with it or anything.
And spoon feeding - it was fine here; although BLW folks need to watch for an attack from me too! Seriously, I had nothing but sarky comments and smugness when I was weaning Iestyn, and it made me v. down because he was a small baby (still is) and BLW would have been unwise: if I let him fanny around with bits of food he wouldn't have eaten it at all, and would have got skinnier, and the whole size/eating thing was such a worry. (I'm still quite touchy because he is small for his age; when I was feeding him and smug folks came up to me to say 'oh, you're doing it the old-fashioned way; why don't you let him learn to feed himself' etc, it just hurt, as in - you're doing it wrong, he'll suffer for it.)
Abdn it's really hard with work and education etc etc. I did my DPhil for the love of it, and I'm still passionate about my subject. But it's not easy and never is - I had such a bad week last week and I'm applying for another job again but won't mention it here because I've lost all my points on career whingeing back in December! I really struggle with the fact that I was always told 'do well, work hard, and things will be ok'. Well, I've done rather well, I work really hard, and it's not at all ok. I have never had a permanent job and I'm now 34. I'm on a starting salary. I'm screwed over again and again, and it's likely to keep happening because the institution where I want/need to work knows that they have me where they want me (as it were). It's allegedly a flexible career if you have children; in fact, it's only flexible if you have a permanent job - this uncertainty certainly isn't flexible and impacts on my general welfare so badly. I'm living with the thought that everything could end in 14 months time (that's how much I have left now) and will be back in the 'hope something comes up' situation, which is a killer, yet again.
And then there's the really clever people who actually got on with life and got a job...
So I see where you're coming from. Whilst I don't regret doing my D.Phil, it's only because then I'd have nothing left really! I am hugely resentful and bitter, though, and can see that 'you'll always have a PhD' isn't great when you haven't got a job, have children to support and you're miserable (and bitter in my case...)
Um, that probably wasn't even helpful so I'll go. It was meant to be sympathy, I know what it's like. Sorry!