<$BlogRSDUrl$> Rebuild New Orleans! -->

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

This Is How I Imagined It ... 

I know this is sure to jinx things, but today Celeste has been pretty much perfect. Sure, she should have napped longer than a half-hour, but she did spend nearly an hour in the crib — half of it asleep, the other half either "talking" a little bit or just looking around quietly while I sat nearby reading (Theremin: Ether Music and Espionage, which isn't as engaging as I'd hoped when I picked it up at a tag sale for 50¢).

Then, when she finally got up, we had a little play time, including a bunch of smiles and a few good laughs and chortles — for me, instead of just for her mumma! — before the signs of hunger appeared. Just as Evelin's crib sheet for today predicted "She'll be hungry ≈ 2:30–3:30." The bottle was ready and in her mouth at 2:38 p.m. Unlike the last three times I was left alone with her, there was no battle of the bottle; she was back to being the hungry baby bird she was when we were supplemental feeding to help knock out the jaundice.

Of course, trying to coax her take her second nap of the afternoon was a half-hour affair, but I'll take that any day over the 40 minutes of tears and screams that were the bottle battles of last Tuesday and Thursday.

Blogger Commenting: Post a Comment

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours? Feed Burner Terror Alert Level

© 2003–2010 T. Carter Ross