My Dad popped by this morning to play with Jack. It was an early morning for us. He’d slept at midnight as usual and woke at 5am, and then again at 9am. We were both quite refreshed and he was very happy playing with his mobiles for about an hour and a half. I’d set up a baby gym in the study and he’s been playing happily there.
Dad was quite impressed as I lugged the gym pair on mattress and lay Jack down. The happy boy played by himself while Dad and I read the papers. Dad went to play with him a couple of times and Jack beamed and cooed while his grandpa made baby noises at him and waved his hands. It’s wonderful to watch my Dad become a big softy when it comes to Jack. 
Evening came and Jack became a little fussy. He didn’t want to be put down on his gym or stroller. Finally, starving and tired, I put him in the Bjorn and carried him while I made dinner. He dozed immediately. When he finally was in deep sleep, I placed him gently in the stroller and managed to eat and watch Ultraviolet (stylish movie but weak story).
During bedtime, he fussed so much and had to be burped several times. I was truly exhausted by this point and recited the Mommy Mantra: It is not his fault. That usually buoys me and I feel all maternal again. I patiently carried him to burp and actually dozed off at some point. He ate a bit, slept a bit, cried a bit, and finally was calm enough to go to bed.
I stood over his bed and patted him a bit as he fell asleep, his face peaceful and so very dear.
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