Kittyama's View: April 2008

Thank you Steve Jobs, John Lennon, and the lovely relatives who made it possible for me to have this Mac PowerBook G4 that I love SOOO.

Notice the smiling sweet faced Liam above. That was not the baby I watched last night.

If you are a fan of his mother's blog (and I can't image that you would read one without the other) you know that Liam has been ferberized. I am so in loved and proud of Liam's parenting duo. I am WOWED by everything they do.

Last night was Kittyama's big night. The first time really watching Liam. Momma O and Daddy O went to a movie and dinner. When I arrived Liam had not had his early evening nap. This is usually a 1/2 hour or so sleep boost to get ready for the going to sleep routine. He was sitting in his swing trying to get to his toes. All in all pretty happy. His mom wrote down simple instructions: Between 7:00 and 8:00PM

1) Feed him.

2) Change him.

3) Dress him. P.J.s

4) Turn on the night light.

5) Read him two books.

6) Start the C.D. player

7) Sway with him to John Lennon's "Beautiful Boy".

8) Put him in bed and give him his toy.

9) Leave the room.

Sounds easy RIGHT. They leave, (insert dramatic sound effects here-something from maybe a Hitchcock movie) he doesn't want to be in the swing anymore. Of course that's no problem, I really came to play. He is in no mood. He wants to be held and walked-no problem I do love him and like to hold him. After a while he seems to have fallen asleep on my shoulder. I sit down and he stays asleep. He sleeps for about 15 minutes and I have been warned that if he sleeps longer the night routine won't work. At this time let me explain that I know that some of you may be saying phish posh on the routine, but I have a great appreciation for the work that it took Momma O to get Liam to this point. I was not going to be the one to break the routine.

I did it! I woke a sleeping baby. He was not happy. It was close to 7:00, so I fed him. He ate, but kept staring at me. I went to burp him and he looked very similar to this pic

ture.

I went to #2 change him. He loves the changing table and it is always a good place for a laugh, but not tonight. Liam kept crying and stretching his head backwards toward his bedroom door. Looking, hoping for his parents to save him. I choose the wrong pajamas-too small. He was madddd. I changed to his Tiny Sprouts "Night Night Liam" outfit-better fit, but not the answer. I did turn on the night light. I doubt he noticed. There was a tiny bit of milk left in the bottle, that must be the answer. NO. We walked, we swayed, we bounced. I thought maybe the books, "Liam it's a green bug, look at the red bug. What about the orange ant." NO.

MUSIC! Music will soothe the savage beast.

BUT, HOW DO I TURN ON THE C.D PLAYER.

I pressed every button known to man and machine trying to get the D*** thing to work. I got radio static but no "Beautiful, Beautiful Boy". At this point Liam is hysterical, red in the face, tears streaming down his face. By the way, I was smart enough to try calling the parents, no cell phone reception in the theater.

This is where the Steve Jobs part comes in to the story. I decided that the only missing part was the song. So I fired up my laptop and purchased the song. Put it on repeat. Set my laptop on the changing table. Put Liam in bed, gave him his small toy soothed him. Oh and we did dance to the song once too. He laid there rolled on his side a little and stared off in the distance and calmly fell asleep. The power of music.

P.S. Jeffrey, I had $1.10 left of the iTunes gift you gave me for my birthday. So, thank you too!