For the first three months of your life, calming you before bed merely required a gentle swaying motion. Now, calming you requires several trips up and down the stairs. As you can imagine, this is the last thing I want to do at the end of the day. I have come up with a couple theories as to why you are doing this to me.
- In an attempt to dislodge you as your due date was neared and then was passed, and then was way passed, I completed numerous laps of the stairs. Considering how late you arrived, I think it's a fair assumption that you enjoyed my stair travels. If this is the case, then I am solely to blame and must endure my punishment.
- The booking of our upcoming trip to Hawaii coincided with your change in behaviour. I suspect that you are making me walk the stairs in preparation for the inevitable swimsuit wearing on this trip. If this is the case, then you should really consider a future career as a personal trainer or drill sergeant. You've really mastered screaming in my ear until I get it right.
Mommy
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| Rhys the trainer limbering up! |
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