Monday, August 22, 2005

Mommy loves me, and I love chicken, so by extension, Mommy loves chicken!

Nutmeg at lunch today: "I love chicken!"

She fed herself chicken stew with a spoon and asked for seconds, twice. This is a girl after her grammy's own heart.

Sadly, the last two nights have been bad nights, in which Nutmeg wakes up and wants to nurse at about 3:30 a.m. Since the rule at our house is that morning starts at 5 a.m., this is not allowed.

(I must pause to read "Green Eggs and Ham," be right back)

So anyway, on bad nights, between 3:30 a.m. and 5, Nutmeg alternately cries and slams herself down to sleep again, and if her landing pad happens to be my neck or skull, so be it. It's hard to understand how a 20-pound toddler can push me to the edge of the mattress so I have to put my foot on the floor to keep from falling off, but it's possible. During this time, putting her in her crib, so Epu and I could be comfortable, would just result in nonstop howling instead of intermittent crying at varying levels.

This morning, I was squinting at the clock watching 4:57 turn to 4:58 to 4:59, just waiting, waiting for 5 a.m. so I could feed her and go back to sleep. It's hard to understand why we go back to this after a week or two of sleeping pretty much through the night. Maybe another tooth.

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