Could it be the Seventh Sign of the Apocalypse? Could the Mayans be right!?
Today it all seems possible because… Jake actually listened to me!
Here was the scenario: It’s nap time. He’s crabbier than a inner-city street-hooker. I put him in the crib with a passy and walk out. I hear the passy hit the wall, and Jake starts whining. See, he’s used to “The Magic Booby” or me putting him in “The Sleeper Hold” for a few minutes before nap/bed time.
Mama J and I are trying to break that habit (that we created…yes, we are our own worst enemy at times) and establish a routine, and hopefully some more independence for Jake.
|I swear he had socks and shoes on when we put him in that seat!|
I let Jake whine for another 15 minutes or so, and then walked back in his room, as gently as a shit-house mouse. I stuck his passy back in his pie-hole, layed him down, and pulled his bwanky over him. I said “Jakey, it’s time to take a nap like a big boy. Love you. Peace out.”, and walked out of the room.
I heard some rustling around, a whimper, and then…silence! That was over an hour ago, and he’s still sawing logs! I don’t know about your kid’s sleep schedule, but Jake’s seems to change every other month or so. And, so does the way in which he falls asleep. Hopefully, the new trend is him just simply…lying down and drifting off to sleep. And maybe the Cubs will win the series this year, too!:)
Raising a child is a true lesson in patience, compromise, and adaptation. Unless you’re rich enough to hire a team of nanny’s:)