Rockstar and I discovered an old Disney Cars: The Movie sticker of Lightning McQueen behind the book shelf.
“Jie-jie (our helper)’s room also has one! Come, I show you!”
“Rockstar, that’s YOUR room!”
He grins.
When Rockstar was born decidedly a nocturnal party animal, I read and implemented various nuggets of wisdom from Gina Ford’s Contented Little Baby and Babycenter.com. We got it all down pat with the just-right-time-in-the-morning waking, the (almost) sleeping the whole night thru, the weaning from night feedings. I went one step further by playing different CD music for sleep time and wake/play time so if he heard music from his sleep cd he automatically relaxed a little by himself to get ready for his nap.
Then I undid everything when I quit my job and became a stay at home mum. Here’s why: after I quit my job, I realized I could sleep better even with Rockstar crawling all over the bed in his sleep. I also noticed his morning cuddle and nuzzle ritual – semi-awake, soft and warm, he would look for the nearest human being for a cuddle – and I wanted it to be me. Or my hub. But not our helper, who was sleeping in a foldable bed next to his, in his own room. And so I undid all the careful planning to get him in his own room, ignoring the words of wisdom along the way about the bads of co-sleeping.
Could you say no to this?
Or this?
Or even this?
“Jie-jie’s room”. Sigh.
So now we have a beautiful big white elephant of a race car bed. I wanted it to be red, where red McQueen is always out in front on the posters and stickers on his wall. But it’s still a white elephant.
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