One down

Back from Party night at 10:15pm. Us parents can't make the late hours anymore. Boo hoo.
Miss Crazy Natters is safely asleep. She is in size denial. She insists on sleeping width-wise in her crib. Now, she doesn't fit and resorts to sleeping bumsy-up. That is knees tucked under her and bum up in the air. I feel the need to move her, but inevitably she moves back. I wish her little cozy self would cuddle with us, but she refuses to sleep in our bed. What?!? A child that does not want to sleep with their parents? Who ever heard of such a thing? I dream of the days when she crawls in. This is what happens when you have a child. You long to cuddle them forever. I am so much in love with my baby. So much that the social interaction of other well-educated, interesting adults couldn't keep me away. Oh, and the husband too. Family has a power beyond freedom. As a child you are born into the group and there are rules and control that forces you out into adulthood. Sometimes I daydream about freedom, the old days of no responsibilty and limited consequences. "Babooms? Babooms?" says Crazy Natters. Yes, baby it's lunchtime. I love you, too.