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Sunday, December 21, 2003: Horrific Visions
It's almost ten in the evening, and Delphine is still up. Or rather, she's up again; she slept for maybe 45 minutes between nine and now. I expect she'll be up until we go to bed between ten and eleven. I would like to have a baby who goes to bed at eight in the evening. I do not know how to go about getting one of those. I think the first step is to stop her from napping in the evening, after her afternoon nap. Do you know what you get when you stop a baby from napping? You get an angry baby. But I guess it's worth a try. Delphine is also still sleeping with us. I have horrific visions of her still sleeping with us in a year, four years, ten years as happened to a friend of a friend. So I thought we should try and move her into her own crib, and then into her own bedroom. My theory is that the sooner we move her out of our bed, the less upsetting it will be. I don't know if that theory is flawed; maybe it will be that much more traumatic because she's so young. I picked up Dr Sears' book and looked up his advice on mving your baby out of the "family bed". He said that your child will let you know when she's ready, when she's three or four years old. Argh. I predict some turbulence in the world of bedtime in the coming weeks. Or whenever we get around to effecting these changes. For now I love sleeping with her; I like to cuddle up to her tiny warm body, kiss her smooth pink cheeks, listen to her breath while she sleeps. I'd really miss her if she weren't next to me.
Today was the Sing-Along Messiah at Massey Hall. It was fun and I would probably do it again, although I might be a keener next year and show up earlier to get a better seat, because we couldn't even see the conductor (who was dressed up like Handel and cracking music nerd jokes). I thought I had more to say about this, but I guess not, except it's cool to live in a city big enough to have a hall-worth of people willing to pay $25 to perform Messiah. I like it here; I think I'll stay.
It's Christmas week. Blake's taking the week between Christmas and New Year's Day off, which is, like, eleven days or something. I'm pretty pleased about that, although we don't have anything exciting planned yet. I mean, apart from the eating extravaganza that is Christmas Day. Which I must start shopping for tomorrow. |