Finding the Off Button

Jo has boobs. They're super valuable at this age to help Maeve fall asleep. It's an unfair advantage frankly. I've had to be more creative in getting our girls to sleep.

For Nora it was a violent hip swing. Get her horizontal. Then pivoting at the hips, rock her widely from side to side. This wasn't sweet rocking either. Imagine trying to keep the beat to a club banger. But a couple hundred rocks and she'd be out.

Maeve on the other hand is her own baby, and I'm starting (only now) to get a handle on how to put her down without the sacred boob. First of all, while horizontal she needs to have her arms stretched wide. Her right hangs from my cradling arms. The left reaches up for my face. If she can grab hold of my chin we're in a good place. Then Maeve needs a butt bounce. My right hand holds her tiny bottom and shakes it like a maraca in a jazz cafe.

The fun part is that she fights it the whole way. And I mean she screams at me. Until the moment she passes out. It only takes a few minutes, but wow, she's not nice about it.