A new tooth in the family...
I haven't been able to put my finger in his mouth
for over a week so when he smiled I took the opportunity to educated myself. I
did have justification. The smile came only after a three hour nap-strike
followed by a two hour nap. He only cried when I wasn't in the room. Otherwise
he slept as long as he was in my arms, and tried to put his fingers in my mouth
(his idea of a good time) when I put him down in the crib. Our worst day yet,
really. There's only so many times I can sing "Sad, sad Bü, such a sad
Bü, sad little Bü Bug. My sleepy, sleepy Bü, tired little
Bü, sad little Bü Bug" before I get fed up and walk out. Called my
friend and sister-in-law Val who had a fabulous suggestion, reading out loud to
him while he cried in the crib. My son has heard, for the first time in his
life, a half-hours worth of Walt Whitman's "Song of Myself." I have to say that
I was challenged not to censor the twenty-seven (or was it twenty-eight? I think
it was twenty-seven and a woman bathing vicariously) bathing men. But I didn't.
I think he's too young to understand anyway. The poem stopped the crying but did
not put him to sleep. I on the other hand (my day started at 4:30) was having a
hard time reading and so when he sat and just watched me read, I picked him up
and we curled together on the twin bed. Yep. I waffled. Big deal. He went to
sleep.
Posted: Thu - March 10, 2005 at 04:55 PM