Self-confidence is an elusive thing.
I have been putting the little one down for the night 400 times, and yet I still doubt my ability to accomplish it.
And I'm not pulling the impressive number 400 out of my French derrière; I'm counting 365-2+28+11 = 402.
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Tonight's been tougher than usual. For a change, she doesn't have an ear infection: she's got strep. She's already woken up 4 times screaming since I put her down 2 hours ago and change.
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A child's sleeping pattern is absolutely the number one parameter in parents' sanity. It's taken me a year to be comfortable with what we've accomplished: I used to believe that there might have been a way she'd have slept better. Maybe if we'd rocked her more? or less? Or if we'd treated her with anti-reflux drugs? or anti-allergy? Or gone totally drug-free? Or danced around a fire in the garden on one foot on a full moon while chanting an ancient hymn?
My point is; if your child is a 3 hour napper, that's time right there to do some cleaning and cooking, or emailing a hundred friends, or sorting our your taxes in two countries, or taking a nice long luxurious shower and washing and drying your hair and giving yourself a foot massage; or writing a novel; or getting a few hours of work in so you can go to sleep at a reasonable hour at night.
My point is; I'm jealous of parents whose kids sleep more.
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A's got a serious sense of humor. My father was discovering YouTube and surfing funny home videos of cats (yes, totally harmless). She just started laughing hysterically at the sight of those cats, getting the rest of us to collapse in laughter. She's too much !
Who knew us humans developed a sense of humor at such a young age?
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