When people asked me if my babies were ‘easy‘, or if they were ‘good‘, my first reaction was to wince and then remind myself to smile and say ‘yes‘. I know they were only asking out of habit or lack of something better to say. I still give the same reaction when I hear someone saying, ‘Oh, we’re so lucky, we have suuuuuch a good baby‘. Wince. Smile. Read the rest of this entry
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I know that bedtime routines with kids are forever changing. In fact, I know that one day, there will be no more bedtime routine… there probably won’t even be as much as a kiss goodnight… so I don’t mind if it takes a little while for Margo to fall asleep these days. Margo was about 19 months when I became pregnant, and at that point, was still relying heavily on the boobs to get her to sleep, even if she woke up at night. But, within a few months, my supply started dropping and I was a bit sore! So, she started getting 5 or 10 minutes max before bedtime, and then I had to let her fall asleep on her own, and that was it, I said, ‘Until the sun comes up!’.
So, these days, Margo still gets her 5 or 10 minutes of boobs, after her one or two books, then, the fun begins! First it’s, ‘Mommy, I want water!’. Ok, go get your water, it’s at the side of the bed and mommy is stuck and can’t move because she has a watermelon in her tummy. Sometimes, (not every night), comes ‘Mommy, I have to go potty’. Ok, mommy has to somehow heave and ho myself out of bed and take you the potty. Done. When we get back in bed, I sit up in bed to meditate, while she falls asleep. It’s usually nicer to meditate a little earlier in the evening, but that’s not always an option… The only thing is that this ‘bedtime’ meditation does not start off uninterrupted. First comes, ‘Mommy, get my boogies!’. This one cracks me up the most. My mother used to say, ‘They’re not yours until you pick their nose!’. Well, even if there isn’t a crumb to be picked, she still wants me to somehow dig around in there! I laugh and do it for a minute, but tell her that her fingers are much smaller and much better at picking her own nose. Then, she grabs my pinkie and says, ‘But, this finger fits!’… Well, sorry honey, but even my pinkie is too big for your cute little nostril. Read the rest of this entry