Emma’s swing died on Wednesday morning. Like, died-dead and not just batteries-dead. And I realize this is snarky of me, but I’m rather shocked at the number of people who asked me if the batteries were dead when I said the swing was dead as if there was no possible way I would’ve thought to…
sleep woes
Yes, another post about sleep
A funny thing happens when moms start talking about sleep. Actually a couple of things. Either moms throw up their hands in the air in the spirit of commiseration and sigh that their babies don’t sleep either and offer you wine and Ambien or they offer advice on how to get your child to sleep….
Sleep is a thing people still do, right?
The Universe is a crotchety little turd sometimes, y’all. See, I thought I had a good baby in Emma. A baby who sleeps. Anyhwere! Anytime! Swaddled! Unswaddled! White noise! No white noise! SLEEP! And then the 4 month wakeful and this newfound love of go-go-going happened and things just haven’t been right since. Emma MUST…