Clearly, we are not ready to be parents. Let me explain: this past Wednesday we had company for Rosh Hashana lunch--six adults and little baby Jacob, who at six months old has a solid two weeks on Romi. While we enjoyed an amazing repast (Rob's turkey was incredible), little Jacob got more and more tired. He even had little baby-sized black circles under his eyes. It was perfectly clear that a nap was in order, and the six adults around the table began to discuss our options.
We rejected the first option, to place him in the middle of our unfurnished living room, as we were still eating and Jacob's mom expressed concern about all the cat hair (a valid point). Next I suggested the middle of our bed, but that too was quickly rejected as Jacob has mastered rolling and rolling and rolling, and we didn't want him to go plop.
And then I had a brainstorm--we own a Pac N' Play! (Duh!) This nifty contraption (which we inherited from the Brunks a lifetime ago) is a portable crib...just the ticket! Rob went and got it out and began to set it up. It is a wonderful little happy cabana, complete with, well, a cabana. It was easy enough to set up, but we then decided to put it in our bedroom so that the bambino could sleep in peace. Rob rolled it out of the living room, but alas it didn't fit through the bedroom doorway. He rolled it down the hallway, and five minutes later, appeared, sans happy cabana and with a report that it was ready to go.
Please bear in mind that we are going on 30 minutes now of discussing what to do with a sleeping baby. And that's when baby Jacob's mom asked for a sheet for the Pac N' Play. FYI: a portable crib needs its own special sheet. FYI: we don't own one. So Jacob's parents pulled out the puffy plastic covered pad and washed it. I felt bad for baby Jacob; it may be fall in the rest of the world, but we live in Tucson, AZ, and the idea of sleeping on plastic was anything but alluring. Of course, the baby had been asleep for a good 10 minutes by this time, so the entire discussion was probably moot, but we pushed on.
Jacob's mom asked if we had a crib sheet instead. When I replied yes, she asked if we had washed them yet. I replied that I was pretty certain we did have one that had been washed and scurried off to Romi's room to look. I opened the dresser to find two crib sheets, still in the package. And along came brainstorm number two: I had washed a crib sheet, and turned around to take it off of...the crib.
Yes, for 40 minutes, six well-educated and seemingly well-adjusted adults ran around like crazy people trying to find the best place to put down baby Jacob, when it turns out all along we had a piece of furniture specifically designed for, you guessed it, a sleeping baby.
I can't believe someone is actually going to trust us with one of our own....
2 comments:
Just goes to show you-parenthood is a mini-evolution. Once you "master" being a parent of a baby, then comes the toddler, then the adolescent, then the pre-teen...what a fantastic adventure.
(Well, maybe not the pre-teen part! Just kidding...Sort of.) You and Rob are already on your way. Enjoy and pay attention-it goes sooo fast.
Ok, so I already replied via email since this site kept saying I wasn't who I said I am...so this is a test of the Bermanese Broadcast system to make sure that the site now knows I am who I say I am...Not to mention the fact that common sense goes a very long way and as I said in my email
Not to worry...your brain grows with the growth of the infant! See, currently your brain has not actually been born yet. Once Romi is here you might take a few extra days to have a completed six month brain (He's had a head start on you!) but eventually it all evens out! Don't worry, babies sleep anywhere and everywhere (sometimes when you actually want them to!). You guys are going to do great!
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