I was in a huffing puffing tizzy today about getting Oliver down for his “scheduled” nap.  Daddy was as usual leaning over the crib playing with him. I was so annoyed and kept telling him to leave him alone so I could get him to sleep.  Dad on the other hand kept saying, "look at him he is not even tired!”  My usual reply when he says that, which is ALL of the time, “He is so tired! You just keep stimulating him."  Lucky for me Oliver usually has the tell tale red eyes so daddy cannot say anything back.  Well, today it was clear, Ollie was not tired, he was cooing and playing with daddy.  

I don’t want to be that mom that is controlling and over bearing because I think I know what is right for my son all of the time.  I don’t want to miss out on the fun times because I am to busy being a bitchy mom.  I know it’s awfully early to think I will be that mom from this one instance, But! I do need to realize that Oliver is going to be constantly changing and growing and evolving into who he is supposed to be.  I need to give him that room to grow and develop. As much as it pains me to say this, daddy was right today and took full advantage of Ollie being happy and alert.

Yesterday's post was about how great it is to have him on a semi routine. Which is still true, but I realized toady that, that routine is always going to be changing whether I like it or not.  Today it was clear he wanted to play more and sleep less.

I know I have said this a bunch of times so far, but I guess for me it is just not sinking in, I have to follow my son’s cues to really know what he needs and wants.  He wasn’t tired, yet I wanted to force him to be. Whoops!  Mommy Fail!  Lesson learned.

I get so worked up that Daddy always gets to play with Ollie, while I always get to worry about feedings, naps, baths, and keeping him healthy and happy.  I am starting to realize it's not daddy's fault that he gets to have all the fun, it's mine.  I need to relax and go with the flow more. Unfortunately I am a Type-A basket case so that is SO much easier said than done...

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