My super power has faded, it seems. Since the day Knox was born, I have held a secret power: boobies. It seems that in any situation, all I have to do is nurse him and things get better. Knox is upset and nothing helps? I can fix that. Boobies. Knox is tired and won’t sleep? I’ve got it. Boobies. Knox is ornery and just irritating the crap out of us? No problem. Boobies.
It is a sad, sad day, guys. The boobs are no longer effective.
Last night, the little stinker refused to go to sleep. I mean, he was quite furious with us for even thinking about making him go to bed. I cuddled him in the rocking chair, lights dim and tried to nurse him to make him sleep.
He bit me.
It seems that he has figured out that the secret to staying awake now belongs to him: all he has to do is bite at that thing and it will go away. And he can stay awake. Glorious news! (for him, not us, obviously)
Today it’s the same thing. Oh well. Maybe he’ll just exhaust himself and pass out.
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Ahhhh! My worst fear come true! You are such a great writer and totally made me laugh with that one- but oooh I bet that hurt! Jackson is the same age as Knox and I’m really hoping he doesn’t do the same (but I bet he will!).
Oh the power of the MooJuice has been over come by the will to not miss anything when we are asleep! This too shall pass…
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