The Breast of Humanity

Wrapped up

I am trying an experiment. I wrapped my son into a papoose until he was almost a year and a half old. My daughter is just now four months old and (gasp) I didn't wrap her up before I laid her down tonight. This idea terrifies me. I have always felt that the only way I got sleep with my first child was because he felt so snuggly and comfortable being all wrapped up that if he woke up he instantly passed out again. I have discovered that this is not so true with our daughter. My sweet little Phe instantly breaks out of the wrapping thus making it a pointless practice. She seems perfectly content simply to have a blanket touching her cheek, loves it in fact (to all appearances). I cannot fall asleep without her being asleep already. I suppose this is because I have given birth to the noisiest children in the world. Seriously, X-man spends all day babbling mainly incoherent streams of combined syllables, and little Phe spends the entire time she is not asleep screeching and yelling, in a not entirely unenjoyable fashion, but with great volume none the less. She isn't actually crying, more like telling everybody within a three mile radius that she is here and just wants to make sure no one forgets that fact by continuing it until she falls asleep. So the reason this is an experiment is because RC could sleep through a house being demolished around him so he isn't unduly worried about the fact that a small child is laying at the foot of the bed, volubly protesting that she is being ignored. But alas, in the time it has taken me to type this out I no longer hear any noise, other than the stentorian snores coming from the head of the bed. Yippee! Oh joy! Maybe I won't have to spend so much time trying to wrap her up anymore. That would give me back a whole five minutes or so a day. That is eighteen hundred and twenty five minutes over the course of a year. Man, I feel like I have gained a new life. A whole seventy six day freedom. Can you believe that? I have just taken back from the sweaty, dirty, grimy fingernailed grasp of my child seventy six days of my life! What ever will I do with all this free time now?

posted by Jedi Master Deba Sing @ 11:28 PM 0 comments