Warning: this post may be graphic and also may bore you
I've had a trying evening.
Among other reasons with which I won't bore you right now, I submit this story.
I was giving my little one-year-old his standard evening bath tonight and all was going rather well. We played, we washed, we may have even splashed. Then, the little guy got a curious look on his face. Becoming concerned, I had the talk with him, and by "the talk" I mean I told him in no certain terms, "no pooping in the bathtub." See, to this point we've blessedly escaped that occurence. So I told him so, and because I'm apparently really, really funny when I shake my head and say things, he burst out with laughter. Yep, I'm sitting on the floor shaking my head actually telling my small son "no pooping in the bathtub" and he's in the bathtub laughing at me and mocking my headshake.
So as I've telegraphed a bit, I suspect you can guess what happened next. And it was not amusing for those of us involved.
The second part of the story is probably much less amusing even to the outside observer. You see, my kiddo is now a year old and among other things, the doc has said that it's best that babies/kids not drink a bottle/nurse right before going to bed because of tooth decay. Well, we have a bedtime routine. A glorious bedtime routine that has worked like clockwork since he was about three months old. Kiddo takes a bath, gets his pajamas on, nurses with mommy, and goes to sleep with some music on. This works. But today, mean, mean mommy decided to change things. I attempted to put the baby to bed while skipping the nurse with mommy step, and I was told in no uncertain terms that this is NOT how we do things around here. So we had a long heart-to-heart, rocked in the chair for a while, and eventually came to an agreement. (I'm not completely certain as to the terms of the agreement, but I suspect that they involve him going to bed with some protest tonight and us having the exact same discussion again tomorrow and the next day until I give in to his demands.)
In any case, I've put my son to bed like that virtually every day since he was itty bitty and cutting out this close mommy/baby time was as difficult for me as it was for kiddo.
I don't feel that I deserve a medal. Certainly these are things that every mom ever made has had to handle. But just now I'm thinking that I need a little commiseration and I feel that perhaps it is unreasonable for the universe to expect me to both clean up the house and make dinner while doing this week's laundry. Dear Internet, since I suspect you won't be making me dinner, please feel free to toss me some sympathetic "awww"s.
Among other reasons with which I won't bore you right now, I submit this story.
I was giving my little one-year-old his standard evening bath tonight and all was going rather well. We played, we washed, we may have even splashed. Then, the little guy got a curious look on his face. Becoming concerned, I had the talk with him, and by "the talk" I mean I told him in no certain terms, "no pooping in the bathtub." See, to this point we've blessedly escaped that occurence. So I told him so, and because I'm apparently really, really funny when I shake my head and say things, he burst out with laughter. Yep, I'm sitting on the floor shaking my head actually telling my small son "no pooping in the bathtub" and he's in the bathtub laughing at me and mocking my headshake.
So as I've telegraphed a bit, I suspect you can guess what happened next. And it was not amusing for those of us involved.
The second part of the story is probably much less amusing even to the outside observer. You see, my kiddo is now a year old and among other things, the doc has said that it's best that babies/kids not drink a bottle/nurse right before going to bed because of tooth decay. Well, we have a bedtime routine. A glorious bedtime routine that has worked like clockwork since he was about three months old. Kiddo takes a bath, gets his pajamas on, nurses with mommy, and goes to sleep with some music on. This works. But today, mean, mean mommy decided to change things. I attempted to put the baby to bed while skipping the nurse with mommy step, and I was told in no uncertain terms that this is NOT how we do things around here. So we had a long heart-to-heart, rocked in the chair for a while, and eventually came to an agreement. (I'm not completely certain as to the terms of the agreement, but I suspect that they involve him going to bed with some protest tonight and us having the exact same discussion again tomorrow and the next day until I give in to his demands.)
In any case, I've put my son to bed like that virtually every day since he was itty bitty and cutting out this close mommy/baby time was as difficult for me as it was for kiddo.
I don't feel that I deserve a medal. Certainly these are things that every mom ever made has had to handle. But just now I'm thinking that I need a little commiseration and I feel that perhaps it is unreasonable for the universe to expect me to both clean up the house and make dinner while doing this week's laundry. Dear Internet, since I suspect you won't be making me dinner, please feel free to toss me some sympathetic "awww"s.