O is for Owen, K is for karma

Our sweet little one is showing some personality.

We’ve established a fairly consistent nighttime routine: Kyle and I slip Owen into this pajamas, I read him a book while Kyle holds him, and then we settle him into his crib with a prayer. Then we push the “magic button” of this thing**  …

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… Turn his head toward it, and watch him drift peacefully to sleep by the light of the swinging plastic monkey.

This routine has been in effect for approximately 63 days now, but apparently Owen has a difficult time grasping the whole “sequence of events” concept.

Last night, like usual, he cooed during his pajama change. He listened to Dr. Seuss and how there’s a “Big W,” a “little w,” and a grown man named Willy washing a wee boy named Waldo Woo. (Anyone else find that disturbing?)

But then, it was either: A) He was so entranced by the Zizzer Zazzer Zuzz illustration that he forgot it always signals a snooze, or B) He still doesn’t know what the heck is going on. Because when we set him into his crib, he shot us with infant-sized fireballs from his Defiantly Un-Blue eyes and began to wail, as if he had never before experienced this schedule of events. As if he was caught off-guard. As if he is becoming more aware of his surroundings, dangit.

Like any good mother, I fled the scene and let his father deal with the tears and quivering bottom lip. Fortunately, he fell asleep in like five minutes. I didn’t ask any questions. All I know is: We’re not above sedation.

Supposedly I hated naps as a child. I distinctly remember never sleeping during kindergarten naptime. When I was 2 years old, I told my mom that I didn’t want to take naps anymore. She grasped neither the ultimatum in my angelic voice nor the futility of future naptime attempts. For when she put me in my bed that afternoon, I barked at her like a dog.

I was never again forced to take a nap.

The End.

  • **Which I found at a consignment store for $6. Please tell my husband that I am indeed thrifty. He doesn’t believe that I am.

2 Responses

  1. i bought a fisher price jungle crib thing that is almost identical to yours! it was on clearance at walmart for like $12 after christmas (orginally like $40 or $50) and james asked me if we “really needed it.” maybe not, but it was the last one and i hope it gets good use. for $12 why not try?

    you are indeed very thrifty!! $6 is very impressive :) good work, amy!

  2. We are going through a similar phase with our daughter. She’s been sleeping in her crib at night for a couple of weeks now and still adjusting. I get the cries and the how-could-you-put-me-here stares when we lay her down, but for the most part she’s okay. I guess it’s the whole “persistence will pay off.” At least that’s how I’m looking at it.

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