She likes books and gets read to pretty much every day, but often she is just "read to" by virtue of sitting on my lap while I read to Mr. Lo. I have a goal to read to her individually as well, but those sessions usually turn into book EATING rather than READING. |
She gets about 5 baths per day, once after each time she eats, and another one at bedtime with her brother in the big tub. Still need to get a photo of that latter charming event, but usually I'm too busy keeping her from drowning. And did I mention I do bedtime routines by myself these days. I basically feel like supermom most of the time, but the real story is that I have to let this baby cry sometimes while I focus on keeping her brother's bedtime on track. I hate it. And so I am inconsistent with the "let cry" approach. Which is a recipe for disaster. My son is the most well-adjusted sleeper, even waking at night to go potty and takes himself right back to bed. I attribute his great sleeping to the fact that I was consistent; I consistently nursed him to sleep. For years. At age 2 he started sleeping in his own bed with a happy attitude, and at age 2.5 years he started sleeping in his own room with only minor protests, but a baby monitor camera helped reassure him we were watching over him and he adjusted fine. I am pretty thoroughly happy with what happened with his sleep situation, though there were bumps in the road along the way. Mainly those were confidence issues more than anything.
But I worry about this poor little Miss Ro. Her naps are often "on the run," in her carseat or stroller while I go places for her older sibling's benefit. She acts tired a lot. If only I could force my personality to match my circumstances. I don't think I was ever cut out to be any variation of a "single mom." It has been a game-changer sometimes when I can stay home with my napping baby while Jerry takes Mr. Lo to preschool. Those are great days. But they don't happen often. Anyway, here's a tribute to Ro Ro, the darling of the Tams. She gets doted on by all the neighborhood. They are Spanish-speaking people, and call her, "Bonita (Bonito?) and Gordita (isn't that a taco bell menu item?)...I know next-to-nothing in Spanish. But I love that these people love my baby. They all want to cuddle her and kiss her all day long. The kids knock on the door asking to play with Mr. Lo, but really they just want an excuse to get to see the baby.