acceptance

I have moved past frustration and into the acceptance phase. Thinking about it from Milo's point of view - where would I rather sleep? In a weird cage with elephants and surrounded by oddly-printed blue squishiness? Or in a cozy bed next to someone you love and trust and produces food whenever you demand it?

Of course I'd go with the elephants. And if we could somehow combine elephants and some sort of night time snack machine, it'd be like heaven. Snacky, elephant-print heaven.

stupid crib

We are having no success whatsoever getting Milo to sleep in his crib at night. He can be completely passed out, snoring, drooling, practically comatose, but the instant his head touches that mattress he is wide awake, looking around and eventually crying like we were trying to kill him. Or at least torture him in some new and horrible way. We've tried sitting next to him and patting his belly to try to soothe him, picking him up and setting him back down once he's relaxed a bit, putting his mattress at an incline...no luck. For some reason sleeping flat is only acceptable if it is in our bed.

Oh well, as my friend Emilie said to me via Facebook - don't worry, he won't still be sleeping with you when he's 20. So at least there's that.

It's looking like I'm going to have to stop wearing dangly earrings for a while - pretty much everything that his hands come into contact with immediately get swallowed up into a Vulcan death grip, which wouldn't be too bad except as soon as he gets something in his tiny little fist he immediately tries to put it in his mouth. And although my earrings are long, they aren't THAT long. Ouch.

But in better news, I've put new pictures on the website! Hooray!