Thanks for all of the sympathy/advice. After ruminating all day upon the issue, DH and I have agreed. The problem isn't the short naps or Baby Honey learning how to sleep. I know that will happen eventually. It's my inability to deal with anxiety. I tend to get a wee anxious in the postpartum months. There's always something. Breastfeeding is the usual suspect. But since Honey is doing just swimmingly in that department, my psycho brain has honed in on sleep. I'll try really hard not to talk about it anymore (twitch, twitch).
Funny story. Actually two.
1) The other night we were watching family videos together. Little C was actually Baby C. As we watched the video we pointed out to C that he was the little baby in on the TV. We were all oohing and ahhing over him, when all of the sudden, he burst out crying (in real time). "What's wrong?" we asked him, concerned over his real distress. "I want to be Baby C again!" he wailed. And DH replied, "You know, C, I understand. I wish I could be High School Steve again."
2) Last week Miss A was in her prime. She went to school in several choice outfits, which were obviously chosen without a mother's direction. Friday she was dressed in hot pink tights, with white flowers, a long, brown velvet peasant skirt, topped a red, white and blue tank top, which had a pink tie top over it and a cream sweater with jewel-toned embroidered flowers. She was a sight to behold. She told us last night over dinner: "Ms. S says that she likes that my mom lets me dress myself for school." I burst out laughing at that. She didn't know why it was so funny.
P.S. I decided to become the Amazing Magical Mom. That is my density.
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LOVE the stories. You gotta post pics of Ms. A. That is really funny.
can I be college bekah? She was pretty cute. high school bekah still had her braces on.
That is so funny ... the Miss A story. Not that the other wasn't funny, but poor Little C. I feel his pain. Hope the sleeping continued without a hitch. And speaking of anxiety in postpartum ... doesn't everyone get that? Or is this some unlucky hand that Fate has dealt our genetics? Because not only do I have that problem, but DH and I determined yesterday that I tend to get (more) neurotic during the pregnancy months. This is normal for all, right? Or am I suffering some delusion?
We are soooo in the "creative" outfit stage with Callie. Last week I asked her 3 times if she was SURE that was what she wanted to wear to school that day. If they don't care, why should I -right? (I have to keep reminding myself that throughout the day :)
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