Mommy, me, me, me, me!!!

There was a time when I was jealous that Dave could put Conor to sleep and I couldn’t.  We called it “closing the deal.”  I would nurse and rock and nurse and rock, but Conor wouldn’t quiet down enough to put him in the crib.  I’d call Dave over the baby monitor and he’d come in, we’d tag off, and within 3 minutes the child would be down for the night.

No longer.

Now, I rock and nurse and rock and nurse which doesn’t take as long as it did once we realized that a walk around the block in the jog stroller helps calm the little one down.  I can easily get him into the crib.  For about 10 seconds.  Then he cries, and I rock and nurse and rock and nurse, and he goes down.  Protesting.  I call in Dave and they rock and cry and rock and cry until the baby’s cries escalate into screaming.  And then I’m back on duty as the one who rocks and nurses for just a few minutes and he is completely down. 

I miss the good old days.  The next time Dave becomes the favorite parent, I am so not going to be jealous.  I’m going to dance around the house in a long flowing skirt making an offering to the parent gods for giving me a few nights off. 

The Garden

I confess that I did not find the newspapers as weed killing mulch to be cute enough.  I used up the rest of our "real" mulch yesterday covering up the paper and some renegade weeds.  Next year, if we have a garden, and we’re going to have to do something in that space, I’m using real mulch in between plants and around the seeded areas.  Since the office looks directly over the garden space, it has to be cute.   

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