Lucky me
Tonight, C (who still lacks a good internet moniker - sorry, she’s just no Mongo (it’s not feminine enough, I guess)) really wanted her dad to put her to bed. She fussed and fussed and fussed. I’d made us a nice supper of wings, fries, and asparagus - asparagus goes really well with wings, as it turns out - and every bite Katie ate was with a fussy baby in her lap. Like I said, she fussed and fussed and fussed. Nothing was pleasing her. I even took her outside for a minute to snap her out of her fuss fest.
But what did it was my sitting down and feeding her a bit, and she went right off to sleep.
When I first started feeding her some, I was less than impressed. I was. It wasn’t that I didn’t love her, it’s just that I got little out of the feeding part. But now I love it. I love being able to hold her in my arms and make her feel happy. And I really love being able to get her to sleep. It’s not something every guy gets to experience, putting his baby down to sleep. And it’s a simply amazing feeling. And after a bit of her sleeping in my lap, I carried her into the bedroom and put her to bed.
Lucky me.
Tags: c, fussy baby, lucky me
