Medic and Ivan are back to being best friends. Ivan's inseparable from Medic at bedtime and drags him around, playing with him and roughhousing him, during the day.
I'm thrilled.
There is still a faint smell of stinky sock mold at several of Medic's seems, but one has to smell him really well to notice it. Also, there is a new faint smell of milk. This time, I'm letting it go. No more baths for Medic for a long time.
This past week, Ivan's added new bedtime buddies. First, it was the phone receiver with the wire. I left the received but retreived the wire. The second night, the entire wire arsenal had to be left on the bed with him. It was promptly take away. The third night was the silver radio. All these nights he's been falling asleep in the spare bed. When he's asleep, we tranfer him to his crib. (Maybe it's time to buy him a real big boy bed.)
That night, he woke up in the middle of the night, pre-bird chirping time and pre-dawn. "Mama, mama," he was standing up in his crib, holding the bottle and Medic in the crook of his arms.
He wanted to come to our bed. I laid him down. "Donit radio," he whispered. So I had to go and find the radio, so the radio can be in bed with us as well.
Tonight, he went to sleep with Medic, the radio and the phone receiver.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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