Sorry Mayor Daley

So, I’m confused about the blue bins.  I saw the truck full of them out front, heard lots of racket from them, they spent lots of time out front.  We got notices about the program (again) a week or so ago.  But, no extra bin, which is good, we have our bin.  But, what was going on yesterday morning?  Confusing.

We tried something new with our gigantic baby last night.  For the first time I nursed him to sleep (that part is not new, I do that every night), turned on the baby monitor and left the room.  Normally, I nurse him to sleep, and go to sleep too, but I want to get him to fall asleep earlier than he has been.  It worked pretty well, he did wake up to nurse again at 11pm, but only briefly, and fell asleep again.  I was a big ball of tension leaving him in the room alone.  I know I was just downstairs, he was fine, but man, I was ready to leap at the first sound.  But, it was the first time, and it will get easier each time.  I guess I was worried that he would wake up, find himself alone and freak out.  He freaked out last week when I had the bright idea to take him to the American Indian Center Pow-wow.  For years I’ve seen people bring their babies, there were other babies there.  Victor was fine until the amplification started, and then it was over, he lost it.  He cried and screamed all the way home, and he cried on and off until he fell asleep for the night.  Sigh.  He was his happy, goofy self the next morning.  It was horrible to see (and hear!) him in such distress.

But, hey, when that’s the worst thing that has happened, things must be pretty good.  We’ll see how it goes tomorrow at the DIY Trunk Show!
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One Response to “Sorry Mayor Daley”

  1. Heidi Says:

    Sounds like you are being a very sensitive mom. Victor is a lucky little guy!

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