You know those moments you visualize in your head before you have kids? The ones where a sleepy little boy is cuddled in your arms as you sing him a lullaby? Yeah, that's not gonna happen. At least not with Chas. I start singing along with the lullaby CD tonight and he quickly puts his hand over my mouth. "Top singing," he commands. Not sure if this is better or worse than his previous critique which simply involved him putting his hands over his ears.
And yes, we put them to bed with lullaby music. Don't tell the Super Nanny. Yes, we're abusive and play music or ocean sounds to lull them to sleep, thereby not allowing them to learn crucial self-soothing techniques. Either this will persist and they will spend sleepless nights trolling late night TV, waiting for a mom to come pat their backs or snuggle them or - and I'm thinking this is probably more likely -- like every other boy past puberty, they will discover their special purpose and just wank off whenever they can't get to sleep. Either way, frankly, I don't wanna know.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment