Baby in Bed? Oh, the Humanity!
I know this is not really “Imaginational,” but it’s funny and very close to home for some of us. Enjoy!
See some others. The above has been the bane of our parenting sojourn, but “The Stalker” also rings a bell. (Click to enlargenificate.)
S. D. Smith is an author, a lover of chocolate chip cookies, and a founder of Story Warren. Sam was born and raised in West Virginia, lived in South Africa as a teenager, and returned to West Virginia for his (so-far) extensive adulthood. Sam and his beloved wife, Gina, have four children, two of whom have embarked on adulthood themselves. It was at their home in the Appalachian hills where he told his children many stories, including some featuring heroic rabbits with swords. These later became the Green Ember Series, a now-popular work of moral imagination that has delighted millions around the globe. Sam is a devoted Christian, a lifelong Mountaineer fan, and an enthusiast of sports, books, and humorous things.
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Two words: swaddling & crib 🙂
Those did wonders for our sleep!
Yeah, we had “Snow Angels” last night.
Not to start another battle in the Mommy wars with co-sleeping, but I’m with you Loren. “And she gave birth to her firstborn son and wrapped him in swaddling cloths and laid him in a manger…” Of course, He didn’t sin either, that may have helped.
I’ve always wondered how different Jesus was as a baby…. 🙂
We do use the crib, but not always start to finish. And last night was definitely “H for Hell” night.
No fear! As much as I tout the crib there have been many nights that ended this way for us, too 🙂
We use the crib, too, as much as we can. But most mornings I wake up with at least one additional child in bed with us. Case in point:Teething 1 yr old woke up in the middle of then night and by 6 am we had “the Stalker.” Or, as we like to call him, “Baby Alarm Clock.”
Same night: 3am. 5yr old brother came and stood beside our bed doing his best impersonation of “The Stalker” by staring me down until I woke up. I thought it was a dream, but my husband told me this morning I really did wake up and say, “What the h*** are you doing? Why are you staring at me?!” Not my finest parenting moment. I am a bit sleep-deprived these days…looking forward to enjoying kid-free sleep at Hutchmoot.