Today we gave Coopie his first bath! He hated it. Needless to say he doesn’t like 1) being naked 2) being cold 3) being wet 4) being not in our arms. That’s like, the opposite of a bath. But he was so cute in his little bathtub, all red from screaming at the top of his lungs! He was also very confused why there was liquid (water) pouring all around him, especially on his head. Whaaaat? But then when we were done we put on a clean diaper and fresh clothes, put him in the co-sleeper, and he was happy as a clam! Speaking of co-sleepers, he slept in the co-sleeper for a while last night! For those of you who haven’t heard my complaints, frustration, and confusion on “what to do,” he doesn’t like the damn co-sleeper and prefers to sleep in between his warm, cozy, doting parents. Umm, it’s scary and annoying to have a baby sleeping in between you and your husband. And your cat. Why didn’t we get the king-sized bed, I’ve asked myself ever since he was pulled from my womb? Back then I deemed a king-sized bed “ridiculous,” “overindulgent,” and “too spacious” (I liked to cuddle with said husband and two cats). Now that Coopie is in the picture, we’re supposed to let him in as well?! That’s insane. But also cute. Because he’s a cuddly little peanut and why wouldn’t I want to be close to him? Well, because 1) I may roll over him 2) he may get smothered by the blanket 3) ever hear of SIDS? They call it a “family bed.” Sounds delightful and bonding, but in reality the neurotic Jew in me says we’re asking for an “accident” to happen. But last night he managed to fall asleep in the co-sleeper which means he’s capable of it. Baby steps.
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