If we were in a Facebook relationship, it would be ‘It’s Complicated’.
Mrs. FWL said this to Isabel yesterday on Father’s Day, and it couldn’t be more true sometimes.
We want them to nap, they want to play. We want them to eat food slightly chunky, they only eat pulverized puree. We want them to explore safely, they push the boundaries. We want them to sleep until at least 6:30 am, they are ready to go at 5:45.
If parenting teaches you anything, it’s that you are no longer in complete control. Sure, we establish routines and for a while they are great. And then the proverbial curve ball is thrown and any control we had is lost. We remember when naps were easy. But in the matter of a day, naps are now a fight to see who will break first. We stare at the baby monitor with bated breath hoping and praying the banshee level screaming, yet adorable sitting up (complicated, remember?) succumbs to weary eyes and tired lungs.
There is no handbook for this stuff, because it would be like using Wikipedia to get all your information about the world; part truth, part guess, no absolute certainty. And so we tweak our routines in an attempt to try and make the complicated less complicated.
And then take a walk to Starbucks.
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