Mr. Sensitive

February 29, 2012

Operation Simba – One Year Yellaversary

Filed under: Uncategorized — lbej @ 09:44

We passed the one-year mark in Operation Simba three weeks ago, but apparently we’re yellabrating today.  Brinky’s getting some molars in and it seems that having bone spikes rip out of your gum-holes isn’t something you get used to no matter how many times it happens.  I suppose the next time I have a tooth break in half (the over-under is May) I won’t be any happier than I was the last five times.  In view of his mouth challenges, Brinky has decided that he will no longer be sleeping in his crib.  If he happens to fall asleep while sitting on someone and watching a suitable television program, so be it.  But the crib is out.  Yesterday I let him win.  He’d been screaming like ants were eating his face for a solid 45 minutes, and when his sisters got home, I just decided I was done and I gave him to Jenny.  He fell asleep on her half-an-hour later, but he’d clearly driven me from the field and thus had won the battle by any conventional measure.  On top of that, he was up until 10:00 last night and he woke up at 5:00 this morning.  Enough, I said to him, is enough.  He was exhausted by 8:00 this morning, but I stretched him out until 8:40 to get another bottle in and give him one more diaper change.  At 8:45 I rocked him to sleep for five minutes and then I laid him in his crib, told him I love him (not strictly true by that point), and left the room.  Immediately thereafter the ants returned.  I let him go until 9:20, but this time he had misjudged his opponent.  I could afford to fall back yesterday; I had reinforcements at hand and he’d already taken a nap that morning, insufficient though it was.  I was beaten–I don’t deny it–but he thought me broken, and he was wrong.  At 9:20 I delivered the coup de grace: Tylenol and an extra pacifier for after he throws the first one at the door.  He managed less than ten minutes of resistance this time.  Now I’ve had ten minutes of peace and the odds are that he’s beaten.  Beaten, but not broken–I won’t make the same mistake he did.

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3 Comments »

  1. I can’t wait for him to read through these when he’s older. I hope the war lasts at least into twenties.

    Comment by Justin — February 29, 2012 @ 10:03 | Reply

    • It’ll end when I’m dead, unless I can keep it going after that.

      Comment by lbej — February 29, 2012 @ 10:38 | Reply

      • Definitely, you should haunt him forever.

        Comment by Charlotte — February 29, 2012 @ 15:17


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