Friday, June 08, 2007

Bring me the soft one who sings!

A while ago, The Husband put Jack to bed, a job that is usually mine. Meanwhile, I went to Target, all by myself. Par-tay.

I came home to a house that was, to my immense relief, blissfully quiet and full of sleeping baby. I asked The Husband if Jack cried before he fell asleep. “Yeah,” came the answer. “It was rough going for a little while there. I kept telling him it was OK, and he would look at me and it was as though he was saying, ‘I believe you, but I am not comforted by you. BRING ME THE WOMAN!’”

2 comments:

PiesBonitos said...

Nothing substitutes for a Momma at bedtime.

This reminds me of the time when my eldest son was about 2 and he actually said to my husband, "I want Momma uh-cuz she has soft boobies and you don't." :)

The Husband said...

Yeah, it's pretty bad when he puts both hands on your chest, pushes away so he can look you right in the face with his little frowny upset mouth an teary eyes and then deliberatly go "WAAAAAHHH!" and look at you as if to say "Hey! Don't you speak english!?"