Pssst. Hey. You hear that? It’s the sound of my kid taking a nap.
IN! HER! CRIB!
I’ve been trying to convince Eva that naps are awesome, and that some day she’ll no longer have the luxury of taking a nap whenever she wants to, so she should totally take advantage now. I tell her she’s got a perfectly good crib to nap in, and it comes with a fantastic music/aquarium/lightshow thingie, so she really, really, really doesn’t need Mama to hold her and rock her and sing to her EVERY SINGLE TIME she needs to fall asleep during the day.
And also, I’ve been trying to convince myself that it’s ok if my daughter fusses a little when I put her in her crib. That she’s not going to hold it against me, and I’m only imagining the “you’ll pay for this” look she gives me as I try not to pick her up right away.
Well, today we did it. I put her in her crib and turned on the music. I gave her a pacifier and a kiss and she gave me a look that said, “It’s ok, Mama, I got it from here.” Oh. Ok. I reminded myself that this is what we were trying to accomplish, and that I’m not totally obsolete--she still needs me to eat, dammit. I wiped the tears from my eyes, turned around, and walked out of her room. And the little angel put herself to sleep.
Now. On to potty training.