We celebrated Father’s Day this evening. Words were few and far between. My dad, Jenn, and I spent the evening around a little table at the local Mellow Mushroom, fixated on Penelope. My dad commented on how well behaved she was. That’s encouraging. I was never around young children, never felt comfortable around them, as though they were porcelain and my hands iron.
Archives for June 15, 2012
In the continuing trend of defying expectations, sleeping is an issue now. No one is getting much.
The current ritual is a nap from 12-3, bed time at 7:30, right after her bath. Regardless of how tired she appears, she does not want to sleep. Jenn gave her a bath after we got back from the park this afternoon and she lay down on the tile floor, wet and naked. That indicates exhaustion in my book. Jenn immediately got her up, dressed, and ready for bed. When we put her in her crib, what happens? Cries. Screams. Pushing our attempts to comfort her away. She does not like to be touched or soothed when placed in her crib.