Well, we're 5 months into parenthood as of last Tuesday. The Bakker household has made some adjustments - some well, and some not so well. I need 8 hours of sleep to function correctly, and haven't ever done okay on less. However, I'm currently getting much less than 8 hours, and somehow make the commute to work each day without killing myself. Katie has hit the realization that she won't ever get more than 2-3 hours of sleep at a stretch as she's nursing. Together, we've established a nice bedtime routine for Tommy that's fairly realiable, so we can count on peace from about 8pm to 11pm each night. Tommy's typically in a great mood, even though he doesn't sleep through the night and refuses to nap more than 20-30 minutes randomly through a day. And finally, Mario has earned our trust to be near Tommy, albeit never unattended.
One of the current struggles in our house? Mario has given up on overt aggression towards the baby, in favor of passive-aggression.
Passive–aggressive behavior
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Passive–aggressive behavior, a personality trait, is passive,
sometimes obstructionist resistance to following through with expectations in interpersonal or occupational situations. It is a personality trait marked by a pervasive pattern of negative attitudes and passive, usually
disavowed resistance in interpersonal or occupational situations.
It can manifest itself as learned helplessness, procrastination,
stubbornness,
resentment, sullenness, or
deliberate/repeated failure to accomplish requested tasks for which one is (often explicitly) responsible.[1]
For Example, "Stay out of the #@$% trash, Mario!"
I installed a reverse-osmosis filter under the sink, so our trash can currently sits out in the kitchen. It started about 2 weeks ago - he'd raid a greasy wrapper from the very top of the trash can. Next, he'd fish that same wrapper from farther down in the can. Next, he raided a messy diaper. Tonight, we came home from grocery shopping to find Mario had strewn every last piece of trash all over the kitchen. I'd throttle him, but he refuses to acknowledge his responsibility...
2 comments:
Samantha will be there tomorrow to smother Mario with love and attention!!!
Poor Mario! -you should have told him sooner (years ago) that he was just a dog and not your child
Poor Jon! -you will sleep again some day just around the time you decide to have another baby
Poor Katie!- sleep will come, I promise. Even nursing babies can learn to sleep through the night. Hang in there, I hear you are an awesome mom! Can't wait to witness it first hand.
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