|"I shan't let her bake cookies, never!"|
And I didn't even have to make the baby cry it out!
Then the baby hits right around four to five months old and stops sleeping well. The baby gets nursed down, wakes up ten minutes later, repeat, repeat, repeat. The baby no longer sleeps consistently unless I nap with him, wear him, or go to bed with him early in the evening. I find myself muttering bitter comments instead of just cheerfully accepting the little monkey along for the ride.
So, here we are again, Baby #5. Welcome to the next two years, Mama.
Anyway, thanks to four boxes of Betty Crocker, I have cookies for our celebration of the feast of St. Nicholas tomorrow, the St. Nick parish potluck tomorrow, St. Lucy's feast day, and decorating the Christmas tree (as I will freeze cookies for the latter two events). All the same cookies, no decorating involved, and probably not as delicious as if I'd just bought the cookies at the store.
But, hey, we made memories with the baby on my back.
Bonus Picture of John, my little man at 9 years old, helping the landscaping team on Saturday: