Clara "Snoozy" Jane and I are trying something different today. Usually, if she takes an afternoon nap, she does so in her swing or, preferrably (to her), in my arms. While I do love holding my child and snuggling, and I realize that the time she'll be small enough to do this is woefully short, sometimes it's difficult to spend several hours a day holding her. Mommy has other things to do. Like relax her knotted back muscles. Or go pee-pee in the potty like a big girl.
Today, after she fell asleep in my arms, I decided to try the sane thing - I put her in her crib. Lo and behold, there she naps! And has napped for 90 minutes. Hallelujah! The child can nap on a mattress instead of my engorged boobs and survive! I feel so free, yet so alone. I mean, she's on the other side of the house. It's not like I've got the baby monitor smooshed against my ear, cranked up full blast so I can count every single breath. I wouldn't do that. That would be crazy.
Hold on ... my shoulder's cramping from keeping the monitor in place while I type. Must adjust.
I think she learned these new napping skills while having a fine lunch with the lovely little MC, child of Fluid Pudding. MC and CJ happily leaned towards each other, drooling, smiling and exchanging baby-being tips. That must be the baby version of shaking hands, the drooling. While they leaned and drooled, I dined with Ms. Pudding and Mae Midwest. Two weeks in the blogging world, and I'm already dining with blog royalty while our babies drool on each other.
And here I thought no one would be reading me for months. Color me touched and honored. I just hope I was able to snow them so they didn't notice that I'm really a big dork with spit-up on my shoulder, my bra strap hanging out, and pizza crumbs down the front of my shirt, making the previously-mentioned boobs engorged and itchy. I'm sure they're frantically posting on their blogs right now about what a polite and elegant dinner guest I am.
Did you realize that pacifier-slurping, when amplified through a cheap baby monitor cranked up to full blast, sounds a lot like someone walking across wet concrete while wearing suction cup shoes? Ponder that one while I quietly revel in the joy of my crib-napping wunderkind.
Posted by Robin at June 24, 2004 05:35 PM | TrackBackI'm stealing your truck. ANd your cute baby.
Posted by: Mae Midwest at June 24, 2004 06:30 PMPolite and elegant, indeed.
Posted by: A at June 24, 2004 08:19 PMI see you mentioned wet cement--I'm so there!
Posted by: K-Dog at June 24, 2004 10:25 PMSuction cup shoes?
Posted by: rev_matt at June 25, 2004 10:07 AMMatt, surely you weren't cartoon-deprived as a child, were you? Suction cup shoes - you know, the kind you wear when you need to walk up a wall or across a ceiling!
K-Dog, I'm not bailing your vandalizing ass out of jail next time you lose control around wet cement.
Posted by: Robin at June 25, 2004 12:54 PMNot only do people read you but you are my second highest referring sight. For that you get a big fat..okay not so fat donation but you get one. Y
Posted by: Ms. Grits at June 25, 2004 03:04 PM