Comments on: Coming to Bed http://daryl.learnhouston.com/2005/11/10/coming-to-bed/ Thu, 20 Nov 2008 17:30:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: Mike http://daryl.learnhouston.com/2005/11/10/coming-to-bed/#comment-1618 Mike Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 +0000 #comment-1618 Say what you will about my blog, you border on TMI here my friend =p The cry it out doesn't last long, they adjust pretty quick and will pick up a pattern if you stick to one. It helps to be deaf one ear, and sleep on your good ear. That way, if it wakes you up you know it's been going on a while and they need help to unwind. Say what you will about my blog, you border on TMI here my friend =p

The cry it out doesn’t last long, they adjust pretty quick and will pick up a pattern if you stick to one. It helps to be deaf one ear, and sleep on your good ear. That way, if it wakes you up you know it’s been going on a while and they need help to unwind.

]]> By: Two Ells » Mato Poop http://daryl.learnhouston.com/2005/11/10/coming-to-bed/#comment-1670 Two Ells » Mato Poop Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 +0000 #comment-1670 [...] Chasing Kate around and chanting “up on knee” is but one form of protest Lennie has engaged in of late. A couple of months ago, I made a passing reference to the fact that Mleeka’s got a mole Lennie likes to twiddle. (Since I’ve written about my bulba, I hope not to get into trouble for blogging about Mleeka’s mole.) Her love for that mole is a deep and complex thing. It’s a little weird, her obsession, but it’s also sweet. Rather than being comforted by ribbons sewn onto the edge of a well-worn blankie or by some other inanimate soft thing, she craves an outcropping of her very mother’s body. Tender as she feels about the mole, she’s downright militant about her rights to twiddle it. She’ll raise holy hell if denied, literally kicking and screaming (we predict that she’ll be of the plate-throwing ilk of fit-pitcher when she’s a little older). A couple of weeks ago, I was in the office, and I heard a faint chant coming from the bedroom. As I made my way through the house, the chant resolved into “Share mole! Share mole!” Ah, baby’s first protest. As good as she is with a crayon, it’ll be no time before she’s making signs and picketing. [...] [...] Chasing Kate around and chanting “up on knee” is but one form of protest Lennie has engaged in of late. A couple of months ago, I made a passing reference to the fact that Mleeka’s got a mole Lennie likes to twiddle. (Since I’ve written about my bulba, I hope not to get into trouble for blogging about Mleeka’s mole.) Her love for that mole is a deep and complex thing. It’s a little weird, her obsession, but it’s also sweet. Rather than being comforted by ribbons sewn onto the edge of a well-worn blankie or by some other inanimate soft thing, she craves an outcropping of her very mother’s body. Tender as she feels about the mole, she’s downright militant about her rights to twiddle it. She’ll raise holy hell if denied, literally kicking and screaming (we predict that she’ll be of the plate-throwing ilk of fit-pitcher when she’s a little older). A couple of weeks ago, I was in the office, and I heard a faint chant coming from the bedroom. As I made my way through the house, the chant resolved into “Share mole! Share mole!” Ah, baby’s first protest. As good as she is with a crayon, it’ll be no time before she’s making signs and picketing. [...]

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