Well, bug has a new game that isn’t scoring her any points. She’s been absolutely amazing when it comes to bedtime, until the last few weeks (months?) She just doesn’t like going to bed any more, and usually it takes about 5-10 minutes of crying before she nods off. She’s fed, clean, dry, and completely happy, not to mention loved like she’s the last kid on Earth. BUT, not so crazy about that crib idea.
So this new game – since of course we’re just clueless parents that haven’t gotten the hint yet, she throws her bottle out of the crib just before we close the door. Well, you can only go back and scold and give the bottle back so many times. Today’s resolution is that every time she throws the bottle, she loses a toy from the crib. So tonight (ie right now) she’s without her Dora, baby, puppets, and Elmo. And her bottle is on the floor.
The worst part is she’s singing / crying DADDY DOODLES! DADDY DOODLES! The one thing she knows melts my heart. So what’s a Daddy Doodle to do? Blog of course! Mommy is getting out of the tub and should join Daddy Doodles and Peanut soon. Maybe we’ll watch a movie downstairs since Daddy Doodles just got the home theatre hooked up. More likely, we’ll watch American Idol. Oh well. Actually, in the 2 minutes that have just passed, things have gotten quiet. I’ll wait a few minutes until I’m sure she’s just about comatose, and I’ll glide in and place the bottle in her hands.
FOLLOW UP... When I went in I quietly grabbed her bottle and placed it in her hands. She started drinking immediately, so I grabbed her Dora and Elmo and placed them in there. All went well.