|Sleepy, sick babies|
Now that they are three and 17 months, I have rediscovered the wonder of the rocking chair. I actually just ordered a new one for our new house because it's a sure way to get them both to sleep in a matter of minutes. I sit here with one of them (or both of them on occasion) in my arms and I'm faced with all sorts of choices: put them down, clean up, take a shower, pee, exercise, eat.... as my arm starts to tingle I readjust them and I'm given an opportunity to make a break for it, but just then, they yawn and snuggle in deeper. I could just sit here. I could just hold you. I could just fall asleep and enjoy the few minutes I have where you're quiet and I'm able to take a break, rest my eyes, listen to Vivaldi and rock, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Oh my gosh, I'm the crazy mother in Love You Forever by Robert N. Munsch! I'm the parent that can't let go of their children! Perhaps, but I like to think it's because when they are sleeping, and sleeping in my arms, I'm given the opportunity to study them and get to know them like I did when they were first born. As they grow and change, as they resist hugs and kisses, or even defy me; they allow me this one time a day to treat them like a baby and coddle them. They show me that they despite all of their attempts at independence, they still love me, they still need me and they still want to have me around.
|The only way I could get them to nap at age 4 weeks and 21 months|