The last couple of nights have been a little rough. Rye has been experimenting with the idea of sleeping only while being held. We're trying to discourage this little exercise and there have been lines drawn in the sand and ultimatums (or is it ultimata?) issued. The current score is:
Infant: 3
Parents: 0
But we are resolute. And we are trained litigators with lots big words at our disposal, so we've begun the process of negotiation.
This is a photograph of what I saw as I explained to Rye that even though she was sleeping comfortably in my arms, I was awake...and so it did not make alot of sense when considered in the context of me needing to sleep maybe just only slightly fewer hours a day than her. I thought she looked receptive to my arguments...if not slightly distracted.
Then I started talking about how I expected more from a three month old and that we also needed to discuss the number of diapers she was burning through in a given week, and I lost her...
Then I went on to say that maybe we should talk about why we needed so many toys all over the place and suggested that she perhaps choose 3 or 4 that she really liked and we could give the rest away...and I really lost her.
So, I gave up and decided we could talk about whatever she wanted to talk about. I think she was telling me about the awesome dream she had while I calculated how many minutes of sleep I could fit into the remaining 5 hours of nighttime.
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