“when I am a Mommy I will NEVER…”

“let my baby cry it out.” oh, no. I wanted to gently soothe my baby to sleep, because babies cry when they really need to be held. Well. That is one of those Statements That Is True Until.

Until I start to wonder if, on the night of the next full moon, I’m going to stumble across the hallway, grope around in Keeghan’s crib, and scoop up a wolf cub.

Until I start to get nursemaid’s elbow from holding my 20 lb baby 24 hours a day.

Until I am being summoned by hysterical shrieks every time he burps. Or toots. Or rolls over. In other words, every 45 minutes, night or day, except when it’s more often.

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Until Mr Too Smart For His Own Good figures out that if he holds out until Mommy Goes Crazy, he’ll get to ring in the New Year.

Until enough nights of no sleep plus a day of No Hot Water pushes me over the edge, and i realize that patting his back until my arm goes numb Is Not Getting The Job Done.

Whereupon I will give my beautiful boy a kiss at 6 pm, tell him I love him and Night Night, put him to bed, and go set the kitchen timer. And he’ll be asleep in under 30 minutes. And stay that way for 5 hours. Hallelujah.

Overheard

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Everyone is in bed in their own rooms…
Keeghan: Da-da! Da-da!
Ian: Keeghan! I hear you!
Keeghan: bwah.
Ian: Keeghan! It’s me! Big brother! Big brother is here!
Keeghan: Brudder. BRUDDER!
Ian: KEEGHAN!
M&M: giggling…

Hung by the Chimney with Care

When my brother and I were kids, my mother latch hooked stockings for us from kits. We all look forward to seeing them every year. So when Ian was born, she started looking for a kit so I could make him a stocking. She quickly learned that They Do Not Make Them Any More. Everywhere she went she heard things like, “oh, no one latch hooks amy more,” which is ridiculous. Because you can find PLENTY of latch hook kits online or in catalogs and some craft stores, but not one that makes a stocking. I have a feeling that this particular item was pretty special. After hunting high and low, I decided I didn’t need no stinking kit.

I ordered some kits off eBay that had enough canvas, I ordered latch hook yarns in the colors I needed. I ordered a latch hook, TWICE because I lost the first one. And I free-handed the design from a holiday photo. Guess what. It turns out I Do Not Enjoy Latch Hook Very Much. So I finally finished the latch hook last year, but not in time to finish the stocking. Guess who was hand sewing green fleece onto the back of a stocking on Christmas Eve? So when I noticed I’d seen the loop on the wrong side, I just said… Well, I won’t repeat that. But there you are. It remains to be seen whether I have another one in me.

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Fergus, I Need A Meeting.

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First of all, thank you for keeping Ian interested by hiding somewhere different every day. However.

This morning, Ian was in quite a funk because he couldn’t find you. I know today is your final appearance for the year, but please take this into consideration for next year.

Leave a clue somewhere, so that if he’s having trouble we can consult it. I’m sure dashing off a rhyming couplet every night will be no problem, seeing as how you just sit around all day- you should have plenty of time to think of good ones.

See you next December.