Walking into Doors

I have abandoned my child with The Husband and sought refuge in another part of the house. I do this on occasion when I want to do important things like check our bank balance or see what new fabrics have arrived at Happy Tushies. The Husband was still in bed which is where he will remain until, oh, 1PM? Addy was fussing then The Husband started singing his "Good Baby" song in English and Spanish. Now they are both silent which means that I can actually write a post.

On Saturday I dropped The Husband off at BJ's in the "Ninth Ward" to see Little Freddie King play for the first time since the hurricane (or "post Katrina"). This area of the "Ninth Ward" is not to be confused with the "Lower Ninth Ward" that they keep showing on the news. This part didn't get nearly as flooded and most everything is still in tact - just empty. Very few of the residents have moved back. In fact there were roaming packs of white college students wandering the streets after dark which was a very strange sight indeed.

Life with Addy has been tilting towards the difficult end of spectrum. If she wasn't normally such a good-natured baby I wouldn't even notice. Because of the teething she's up several times a night to nurse or rather to chomp. Her naps have been very brief and will only last for more than five minutes if she is being held on my lap which pretty much defeats the whole purpose of napping since Mama can't get nothin' done. The poor little munchkin. I really don't know what to do for her except smother her with kisses.

I am in a constant state of "Mission Organization" and have been since the first baby item arrived in the house. There was hardly enough room for the two of us and then I had to create space for The Baby. It's not that she takes up a lot of room, it's the amount of gear that she came with. I try to make the most of our 11 foot ceilings by going vertical but even then things sit in boxes for days. To make matters worse, I ordered Addy a crib that should be arriving any day now. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to make it fit or what pieces of furniture will be banished from the house to make room.

The crib that I ordered is one of the convertible types that "grows" with the child. I'll probably keep her in bed with us for a few more months off and on especially since she's so demanding while teething. I like co-sleeping but one day while reading Dr. Sears, I came across the following passage about weaning the child from the bed:

Weaning from your bed is like weaning from the breast. Do it gradually. Between two and three years, most children accept weaning from your bed.

Two to three years? Um, no. I'm already getting punched in the face at night and toddlers can pack a bigger wallop. I'm thinking that unless I want to start explaining my black eyes to strangers, Addy needs an alternative place to sleep.