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My nephew has been with us ALL day today, and will be with us ALL day tomorrow, and possibly most of Sunday as well. And as it turns out, since I came home for the summer, I am his favorite person in this household. When he wants something he can't get himself, he runs to me first. When I'm not in the same room as him, he yells my name until I come see him and play with him. This is nice and all, yes... but it has its downsides. Like, tonight around 10:30 he realized that he was tired (as in bedtime tired), but he wasn't in his own home, so he didn't want to go to sleep. Finally he got to where he could barely stand up under his own power, so Mom gave him his binky and tried to rock/read/sing him to sleep like she does when he takes naps. But he would have NOTHING to do with it. He would have even less to do with Dad, who used to be the only one who could get him to sleep no matter how cranky he was. Anyway, so he kept whining and screeching and reaching for me when they held him, but Mom didn't want to give him to me because I refuse to sing to him when anyone else is around. She just about bit my head off because I wouldn't sing; apparently she thinks he will NOT go to sleep unless he's sung to. Finally, though, she couldn't stand his screeching anymore and handed him to me, essentially ordering me to sing or something. But I didn't - I sat there in the rocking chair, rocked a little, rubbed his back a little... and within minutes he was out cold on my shoulder. Lullaby-less. I think Mom was seething inside. :P
My stomach's been a pain in the neck tonight. Well... a pain in the... stomach, I guess. Actually, it's not really 'pain'. Leave me alone. I'm tired. *zonk*
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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 6/20/2003 11:48:00 PM
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