The downside to all of that good family time is the spoiling of baby. She was spoiled. A pampered princess. Attention magnet.
Now we are home and she expects the same treatment. She wants me to hold her and be near her and be in the same room as her. She wants to be all up under me, yo.
I tried to put her down at her regular bed time.
*clock winding forward*
And here she sits all up under me nearly two hours later.
I have so much to do. I need to lay out clothes for tomorrow. Make bottles. Rinse my hair and dry it. But I can’t do any of that with Baby McClingy all in my grill. So I am surrendering to the madness. I am going to shut it down for the night, get in the bed with McClingy and watch tv until we both fall asleep.
The deprogramming of the spoiled baby shall commence tomorrow.