That is what my grandmama used to say she wanted most of all in her parenting years, and now I know what she meant. I'm enjoying one now and it is enough to weep with joy. The Bear is on day three of a sleeping-in streak that I hope lasts for a month. The Seagull went a whole 5.5 hours between feedings last night and is on hour five of the next round. At this rate I may upgrade her far sooner than projected.
I'm very thankful that the Seagull is a girl. I was so excited to have a daughter, and the residual goodwill flowing from that excitement is pretty much the only thing keeping me sane. When she screams for the entire four hours between her 6 pm and 10 pm feedings, I soothe myself by thinking happy thoughts - about how cute she will be when she is two, and how fun it will be to go to the American Girl store when she is eight, and how much I will enjoy her when she comes home from college.
Her present incarnation has little to recommend it except the wardrobe. But I have discovered that I do not care for the bulk of little girl clothes out there. I do not want to dress her in knits. Onesies - bah. Give me smocking! My cousin brought me some beautiful dresses from her own childhood: batiste, percale, eyelet trimming. That's what I'm talking about. But I fear that I will have to invest in the Seagull's wardrobe myself instead of letting Mr-Mama do all the shopping. Thus far she has shown a sad lack of old-school flair in her purchases. Little knit leggings and a matching tutu tunic are nothing compared with a diaper cover with rows of rosebuds.
I did make a point to dress the Seagull up in one of Cousin's dresses when we went to the Mr-House for a cookout on Memorial Day, and to talk up how much I love those old-fashioned fluffy ensembles. But if she can't buy it at Kohl's ... you would think that a shopaholic with as much money as she has would be all over the little boutiques, but no. She likes the discounters because that way she can convince herself she is saving money.
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