The holidays were super fun, and it's great to have two parents around at all times. Usually that's just only on the weekends for us. With two parents, you can always just hand the baby to someone, you have someone else who thinks he's as cute as you do, and you can have endless conversations about how having one kid is like totally enough. Except late night when you talk about how he could really use a sister....
BUT. Having two parents means two opinions about why he screams so much, two opinions about why he wakes up 5 times in the middle of the night, two opinions about why he is SO UNREASONABLE. For example. The other night, Ivo was screaming and didn't want to go to bed. John thought he was being tortured by evil spirits or maybe had a headache, "like when you don't drink water". I thought it was teething, diaper rash or the early signs of autism (he kept looking at the painting of the bull and toreador and hysterically laughing and crying at the same time). Treatment prescribed by John: ER visit. Treatment prescribed by Molly: hang out with crying baby till he falls asleep. Finally he was rocked to sleep and no one will ever know if it was evil spirits or autism. Probably both.
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i think he was channeling the late, the great, James Brown!
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