WEEK TWELVE

We've all heard the expression "it takes a village to raise a child". What I would like to know is, when did this change from reality to a saying? When did it change from a village to a mom at home all day alone with baby? This week I didn't find a village, but I found my Mom. What a difference it makes to have somebody available to tag team with all day. I think I'll be lost when it comes time to head home again. I'm getting far to used to going to the bathroom without having to tote little Oliver along with me, or taking a nap when I need one. I really think lions have it going on. The whole pack mentality and all...
Everything really got put into perspective when one of my childhood friends came to visit. She is the same age as me and has three children under the age of three. I am blown away by this. Here I am moaning and groaning about all my little tribulations and she's running a full household full time. Whew! I tip my hat off to her and all others in the same boat as I don't think I'd have the stamina and strength to pull that off. So, as I sip my chardonnay while Oliver naps in his sling, I'm thinking one is just fine thank-you! I think Oliver may be beginning to teethe. He's chomping so hard on his Sophie I'm afraid he's going to gum those little antlers right off. We'll have to see what the weeks bring. If anyone has any tips for teething babies, please feel free to send them in! So 'Lamby' saved the day once again. Oliver has started a new game called 'let's fight our naps until we scream and fall asleep. Sounds like fun doesn't it? So after a half hour of dealing with a fussy boy with red droopy eyelids, I yank Lamby out of the playpen, turn her on and tuck her in the sling with Oliver. And wouldn't you know it...he was out like a light. This is definitely something I DON'T want to turn into a habit, but, sometimes as a mom you get desperate and as a friend has told me many a time 'you do what you got to do to survive!'