Michael will only sleep in a parentÂ’s arms,
preferably mine. Ideally he likes to
sleep with his little gums clenched to my breast. I feel like an enormous soother. Last night he wailed until brought into bed
with us. Mr. Waffle had earlier been
complaining that the bed was clammy (I refuse to change the sheets more than
once a week. Who am I? Jackie Kennedy?* Did baby vomit ever hurt anyone?). Â“Obviously
Michael doesnÂ’t find it clammyÂ” I said.
Â“HeÂ’s no judgeÂ” retorted my loving spouse Â“10 weeks
ago he was floating around in amniotic fluidÂ”.
Daniel loves the mobile that hangs over the cot
and whenever it is turned on he laughs with delight. He tends to wake up once or twice a night,
eat and go back to sleep. One night when I
went to rescue a wailing Michael from the cot (What am I doing here? Take me to
the clammy bed this instant! WhereÂ’s my enormous dummy?), I noticed that Daniel was wide awake as well
and instead of wailing he was smiling benignly up at the cot mobile. Clearly, heÂ’s an easy to please middle child.
My mother says that she had her sheets changed twice a day. Well, wouldn’t you, if you were married to JFK?
on 07 December 2005 at 10:28
on 07 December 2005 at 19:17
on 08 December 2005 at 02:25
on 08 December 2005 at 14:40
on 08 December 2005 at 15:11
Kristin, can’t help feeling that JFK was more likely to have been romping about in the marital bed with third parties, whatcha reckon?
GOTG, see previous.
Bobble, you are so kind, I think this is an outstanding suggestion.
Teverde, SECOND chicken little? You deserve danger money.
on 08 December 2005 at 21:58
on 09 December 2005 at 08:15