Putting Mia to sleep in her own bed — Mia 1, Daddy 0
So I was talking to my brother-in-law (who has 3 kids) about my shoulder and the problem I have bouncing Mia to sleep. He said that with at a certain point with each of his kids he would just put them in their bed and pat them until they went to sleep. He said that initially they’d holler and yell, but after a few nights they would just go to sleep.
I figured that now was as good a time as any to get started with Mia.
She was pretty tired so I gave her some water and put her down in her bed, and lay next to her humming some silly song. I was quite pleased with myself as she seemed peaceful enough. This will be easy, I thought. After a few minutes I figured that it wouldn’t hurt to close my eyes for a few minutes, maybe this would make it easier for Mia to close her eyes as well.
Within a few seconds of my closing my eyes, Mia takes her finger and shoves it further up my nose then anything has ever been in my life. Embedding her fingernail deep into the inside of my very fragile nose. I used to have nosebleeds fairly frequently as a kid (the last one I remember was when I was 14 in a water slide park in Portugal where I came down the slide at somewher around Mach 3 and hit the water at a very weird angle, Oh wait, there was the one when I was 19 and fell a meter and a half landing solidly on my back… but we won’t get into that), anyway it never really hurt my nose, but this is fairly painful.
I managed to save my white shirt and rushed to the bathroom to take care of things, coming back to find Mia very pleased with herself for having created some after-dinner-drama, no doubt for her amusement.
Anyway, after that she went to sleep fairly quickly. Porbably sensing that at this point resistance truly was futile.
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Recommendation #1: Do _not_ view Aa’s blog after fondue (bleagh). >:) No, really, it’s a little too much on a full stomach, alas! But I’m here to offer condolences re: the nosebleed, and also, of course, congratulations re: the victory in putting-Mia-to-sleep department. My stomach really can’t handle this red at the moment - gotta go… :}
yeh dude I’ll have to concur with Ange on that one - your story and your background really go together to form one gut wrenching after dinner nightmare. Somehow I don’t quite look forward to my spaghetti tonight, might have to skip out on the Tabasco sauce and leave the cherry pie till later.
Oh yeh, same goes for the red wine also. :))
It’s like this time at band camp when 23 out of 24 of us were sick, and we were entertaining ourselves with Ben Hur. The chariot race had just happened, and some of the girls were a little disgusted, so one of the merry pre-pubescent boys decided to allay any worries by saying, “It’s okay, they probably just rolled him in ketchup, or meat sauce…” No sooner had that been said, when in walks Aunty Teacher with a big bowl containing part of our dinner of… took me awhile to get over the Ben-Hur-spaghetti-sauce association. And as you can imagine, _nobody_ ate dinner that night. (Now, now, Ange, that’s not a very uplifting story!)
(end of blog-squatting)
Goodness, I didn’t think that the background color of a blog could inspire such memories…