A post from the wing nut:

That mama of mine is really getting better at this gig. Then again, maybe she has taught me a thing or two as well. These days mama and I have a whole new look:

That look started when I got better about this:

It really does work some serious wonders. I'm starting to like that snoozing thing enough that I've done it for 11-12 hours a night the past few nights. I wake up with a pooper that stinks to high heaven but that's easy enough to fix :0) After all, I wake up with a smile too and what's more important than that? If you ask my mama, not too much.

All I know is things weren't so good starting out. We were both very tired and crabby. I'm glad mama and I are getting a groove on now. I got sick of looking at mama and her looking like this:

It was just sad, I tell ya. I think what is working for me right now is mama is keeping a tight schedule of structure and routine. It lets me know what to expect and when things start in motion I know it is familiar and safe. I dig that. It may be a curve ball for mama to be so regimented but she is hanging just fine.

I also find the little song she sings to me every night just groovy...once I got over the actual singing (yikes). Simon would have a field day with her. It goes like this:

I love you -
Yes, I do.

Now you've got a clean bum
And you've got a full tum

So through the night you can sleep
Without even a peep.

Because there's nothing to fear
Mama's right here.

I love you,
Yes, I do.

So, she may not be the best songwriter but it works for me.

Peace Out, folks - it's naptime.