Quiet Time Rocks My World

I am happy to report that both kids are asleep at this very moment.


It is most miraculous that Ari ended up in the above state. I tried something new today. My best friend Mint (an early childhood educator) suggested I implement a "Quiet Time." They do this in pre-schools and kindergarten. You tell the kids that they don't have to sleep but they do have to relax for a period of time on a mat.

After lunch, I told Ari that we were going to try something new today. He was going to have "Quiet Time."
"Quiet time?" He asked eyebrows raised.
"You're going to lay in your bed, and look at your books. You don't have to sleep, but you have to stay in your room with the lights out. Okay?"
"Okay." He said with a sigh.

We got to his room. I handed him his books.
"You gotta sleep with me." He said with a little pout on his face.
I could hear Samara crying in the other room with Wil. I knew she was hungry and I couldn't stay long.
"I have to feed Samara soon." I told him.
"You gotta read these books." He said.
"Okay," I said. "I'll read these books. But after I'm done you have to look at them yourself. Okay?"
"Okay." He said satisfied with the compromise.
So I read him three short books, one about penguins (a gift from Ms. Katie Grinch), one about dinosaurs and the other was of the irritating Max and Ruby variety. After we finished the last book, I said:
"I have to feed Samara now. Look at your books by yourself, okay?"
"You gotta sleep with me." He said dejectedly.
"After I feed Samara, I'll be back to check on you," I said with a wink.
He smiled and began to look at his books.
I closed the door, nursed Samara, and in ten minutes I checked on him. He was fast asleep.
Quiet Time rules!

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Boob Preference

I love nursing, in fact, I'm nursing as I write this, but one thing that frustrates me is my daughter's total disregard for my right boob. She has made it known that this is her least favorite of the pair, and she gives me hell when I'm trying to get her to latch on to it.

She loves the left boob. The minute she comes out it's as if she's saying:
"Hello old friend and source of food!"

The right boob is like an albatross. It comes out and she shuns it. I don't know what it ever did to her, but she hates it.

I don't understand it, it offers the same thing on tap, it's never done anything malicious to her, in fact it's only been there to help, but she might as well put a dunce cap on it and laugh at it.

I feel badly for my right boob, I really do. Maybe it's misshapen in some unpleasant way and that's why she ignores it. I may have to schedule a mediation session between baby and right boob. This can't go on any longer.

Hey nursing moms out there! Did/Does your child have a boob preference?