My little Bean doesn't need me to rock him to sleep anymore. I'm a free woman now...but he doesn't need me anymore... but I'm free! but he doesn't need me for that anymore... but.. but.. but..
He gets all tuckered out around 630, snuggles in for his last bottle, drinks till he's full, then he says... with a lip grin and sleepy eyes... "i want my bed, let me do it mom, come on... i can do it myself..." so I do. I go put him down and give him Tags... halfway hope he'll need some more rockin... shut the door... then what does one do? Does she clean? Does she listen outside the door? She used to be stuck in the butta chair while Shaun flittered about in the kitchen... HER job is to rock that baby to sleep. So no more... I hope he needs me tonight.