a sick baby. Only I didn’t know it until today. She’s been exhausted, but every time we lay her down she screams until someone pats her to sleep, but then she only sleeps for 20 minutes. Except for yesterday when I wanted to go shopping at the sook. That time she slept for 2 hours. I can’t decide if that would be an example of irony or poetic justice — either way, it was a pain in my behind. In between times she’s been mostly fine, but you can tell from her face rubbing and hair pulling that she really should be napping more than once a day.
Last night we were going to go out to dinner, but she fell asleep as I was nursing her so I put her to bed. Josh offered to stay home while I went out to eat with the boys, but I thought a quiet house was more of a gift than a dinner full of “Mom? Can I ask you a question?” or “Mom! He’s eating my french fries!” and “Stop chewing with your mouth open. That’s gross!”
Of course 5 minutes after they walked out the door I heard baby yelling coming from upstairs, and I still couldn’t figure out why she only slept for 15 minutes. But it all became clear in the middle of the night when a very hot baby joined me in bed and then nursed and fussed for the next many hours. Poor Camille.
On the bright side, this morning I came down to have breakfast and Lucy whisked her away and has been playing with her for the past hour while I’ve had a peaceful bowl of cereal and am contemplating taking a nap. I also woke up to a clean kitchen and shrimp marinating for dinner tonight. Sounds like a Mother’s Day to me!
ETA: Carter couldn’t wait until dinner to eat shrimp so Lucy made them for lunch. They were huge prawns that she marinated with garlic and then floured and magically cooked them so they were crunchy/crispy on the outside and perfectly shrimpy on the inside. (I hate the word “moist.” Also not a big fan of “tender.” Ew.)
Add in some sauteed eggplant and squash and we had quite the gourmet lunch! She already has plans to make the boys meatballs with mashed potatoes and gravy, chicken breasts cooked the same way she cooked the prawns, some of her favorite Indian dishes . . . they are going to be fat and happy.