His Kiss Is on my List

I like to sing, and thus had visions of sweetly crooning lullabies to my baby while he drifted off to sleep in a rocking chair to be gently put down to sleep. All hopes dashed. First of all, our kid doesn't like to be put "down" to sleep. Just try it and his little lids pop open. He's no fool. He gets picked back up and voila, baby sleeps on mommies, exclusively. We asked at the pediatrician on Friday if we could perhaps try putting him down on his stomach, since perhaps it's back sleeping he hates. She advised against it.

He's a little gordito lately, gaining three pounds in one month. We have the world's largest Cricket. 11.3 pounds! I guess all the marathon nursing has paid off.

Also, with regard to the lullabies: Cricket is a rocker. He likes loud fast music and he goes right to sleep. Right now his favorites are: (I'm Gonna Be) 500 Miles by The Proclaimers, Kiss on my List---Hall and Oates (and seriously, look at his kisser in that picture, his kiss is on my list!), Beast of Burden--Rolling Stones, 3 Rs--Jack Johnson, Yakety Yak-- The Coasters, Angelina Zooma Zooma-- Louis Prima, When You're Good to Mama, from the Chicago soundtrack, and finally (Night Time Is) The Right Time, Ray Charles. Pretty much if he can't fall asleep all I need to do is blast The Proclaimers followed by Jack Johnson. He loves it. If I as much try and sing something like "Golden Slumbers" (Beatles), he'll have none of it. The nights when he's the most kvetchy, I'd put him in the sling and head out for the nearest blues club where it not so smokey. If there were a non-smoking blues club, I might do it. But then again, wouldn't a non-smoking blues bar be antithetical? I think so...

For now, we're jamming in the house.