Somebody Has a Problem

Okay, so maybe this is payback for the countless times I've snickered to myself (or with my husband) about Other People's Children, or, Bizarre Parenting Choices Made by Friends. I dare say all parents are guilty of this - - perhaps witnessing something at a friend's house and thinking, "I would NEVER allow MY child to do THAT!" or "Can you believe THEY are raising their child in THAT manner?!?" I'm quite sure that I've had this smug attitude for awhile now - - most likely from when Camden entered the world, right on through until Griffin came along. Then, it happened. Maybe it is the utter lack of sleep. Maybe it is my "advanced maternal age". Perhaps it is the 3 1/2 year old cyclone, otherwise known as Son Number One. I don't know, but for whatever reason, I find myself doing all kinds of things I swore I would never do, just to get through the day.

I give you Exhibit A:

Exhibit B:Exhibit C:

For those of you who are wondering what the heck I am babbling on about, Griffin is a bit of a, oh, how shall I put this? A Mama's Boy. There. So now you know. He wants Mommy. All the time. Cries when I'm out of earshot or peripheral vision. It is getting bad. Thus, the various pictures of him strapped to my body, for I cannot hold the boy 24/7. Strapping him to my body only encourages him to want to be held more, you say? While the sensible part of my brain knows that, the part of my brain that hasn't slept through the night in nearly a year doesn't give a rat's you-know-what. And it isn't just the baby-wearing. There is a seemingly growing list of things I do, against my better judgment, in an effort to Preserve My Sanity and/or Prevent Both Boys From Melting Down At The Same Time. Having Griffin nap in his swing. Putting Griffin in bed with us because then I don't have to get my sorry behind out of bed x number of times during the night, when he wakes up. Bribing Camden with miscellaneous treats to ensure proper behavior in public. Sticking Camden in front of a video because I feel like my head will explode if I don't get a few minutes to myself. I could keep going, but I'd be here all night. Time to go. I need to give Griffin his nightly snort of chardonnay. I can't get over how much better he sleeps after he drinks it. Just kidding.