Bedtime

I know that rest is a gift from God, but truth is, I don't like it. I guess more specifically, I don't like the way Mommy & Daddy have my time of rest set up. I am in a crib (aka "jail"), on an incline (and I'm not so sure I'm keen on heights yet), velcroed down for safety and the worst of it - BY MYSELF! I can't even have an animal friend to keep me company. Not that it would matter anyway because they would just fall down the hill. Yes, they try to give me things that will occupy me until that sandman shows up and sprinkles sleepy dust in my eyes....I have soothing music, a light show, a mobile (that I am dying to put in my mouth!)...ya know, all the standard baby crib stuff. It isn't want I want. I want to be snuggled in with Mommy and Daddy or what would be the most greatest thing would be to sleep with my BFF big Sissy! Mommy says that's not happening for a long time (Sissy already asked that question and was quickly turned down).

When Mommy puts me in bed, I try every trick I know to let her know that I don't like the setup. I tried pulling my blanket up over my head so she'd think I was gonna suffocate - that just makes her wrap me up tighter. "Snug as a bug in a rug" - kind of hard to breathe - let up, woman!

I also used to try just refusing to take my passy. I'd squinch my mouth shut so nothing could get in. But, I can't pass up a challenge and Mommy knows this, so she takes my passy and puts it into my hand. So I attempt to put it into my mouth all by myself. Hey - I'm getting pretty good! It's usually backwards, but its in my mouth. So then Mommy helps me and puts it in the right way. Drats. She fooled me!

I make all kinds of noises (and I know she can hear me cuz she's always telling me to shush). Usually the noises will get her attention and she comes in to put the passy back into my mouth. That's kind of a trap. Once she gets in close, I grab her - whatever I can get a hold of. I'll grab a finger, arm wrist....but what works best is when I get hair! Oh, the other night I got hair with both hands! I had her - she was trapped! I could hear her wincing in pain, so let up a little. Dag nabit! She got away. Unfortunately, she said at that point she didn't care how much noise I made, she wasn't coming back in. Drats. Foiled again!

Well, it's bedtime so I had better think up a new plan of action. Maybe I'll be like a camel and spit at her tonight. I wonder how she'd like that?

Love to all,
E2