In which a Bear screams, a Mouse cries, and a Super-Dad goes it alone
November 18th, 2010
I came home from my Borders shift last night, having worked til close, and inquired cheerily of my husband how the evening had gone. He swiveled a weary gaze my way and said: “I don’t want to talk about it.”
It seems that Little Bear hit the wall in a big way just in time for Miss Mouse’s bedtime. Ah, the joys of having two wee ones.
We’ve been learning that LB’s Witching Hour is really his Tired Hour. At the end of the day, he signals he’s ready to turn in by screaming. It’s a charming habit. But, once identified, it has definitely made it easier to deal with. When he starts to lose it, I try to feed him one last time and then settle him into his bed while Josh bathes Miss Mouse and puts her to bed. Sadly, this great plan only works when we’re both home…
With Josh flying solo last night, his options were limited. He wisely brought Little Bear into the bathroom for some Naked Baby Time while Miss Mouse bathed, but then his luck ran out. Little Bear started to shriek. And then kept shrieking. So loud were his exhausted yells that Miss Mouse burst into tears and fled the room. She had to be brought back in and convinced that Daddy was not, in fact, murdering her little brother.
Not surprisingly, when Josh finished tucking in Miss Mouse and turned his attention to Little Bear, the ferocious wee creature was asleep within seconds of being swaddled and rocked. The new plan will be to put the Bear to sleep first! I’ll give it a whirl on Tuesday night when Josh has Bible study. Wish me luck!