{"id":1720,"date":"2011-02-16T18:56:41","date_gmt":"2011-02-16T17:56:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=1720"},"modified":"2011-03-21T10:50:16","modified_gmt":"2011-03-21T09:50:16","slug":"musings","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=1720","title":{"rendered":"<b>Musings<\/b>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, this baby.  She is very sweet and cute and nice and easy-going, but man, oh man, is she ever one of those wants-to-be-held-ALL-the-time babies.  She simply will not sleep unless one or the other of us is holding her, and it is wearing me right out.  It feels like the only times I&#8217;m not sitting with her in my lap &#8212; more often than not with her attached bodily to me &#8212; are when I&#8217;ve handed her off to Olof so I can get some cooking, cleaning, or chauffeuring done in a mad dash.<\/p>\n<p>Tage was much like this as a baby, with the added delight of incessant screaming, and I admit to not looking back on it fondly.  I don&#8217;t think that boy napped on his own more than a handful of times before he was two years old. It bears considering, though, that these days he is by far the most laid-back, calm, and easy to deal with of all my kids.  Petra and Brynja, on the other hand, were <i>dream<\/i> babies &#8212; so easy it felt shameful &#8212; but once past babyhood they did an about-face.  Today both of them are rather more &#8230; <i>ahem<\/i> &#8230; spirited than I might have anticipated based on my early months with them.<\/p>\n<p>Looking way back in time, I can&#8217;t quite get a clear picture in my head of what Lydia was like when she was brand-new.  I remember her as a baby who cried quite a bit, but my mom remembers her being very easy.  Of course, I was a first-time mother with not a lot of baby experience, so probably any crying seemed like a lot to me.  Also, my life was very different then.  I&#8217;d gone back to work when she was eight weeks old and the stress of the whole situation was off the charts.    All things considered, I expect she was a fairly average baby as far as crying and demanding-ness go, neither an easy baby nor a difficult one.<\/p>\n<p>I do remember that she was practically perfect as a toddler and pre-schooler, but that&#8217;s probably not surprising given that she was an only child until she was six, and she was nearly always surrounded by adults who adored her.  It shouldn&#8217;t be too hard in that situation to be well-mannered and agreeable.  Though I suppose that could just as well be a breeding ground for self-centered brattiness, so maybe I should give her (and myself) a bit more credit there.  In any case, the last decade or so has seen her grow into a fairly average teenager, behavior-wise, so she hasn&#8217;t strayed too far from where she started on the easy-versus-hard scale.<\/p>\n<p>So, back to Yrsa &#8230; all in all, I guess I&#8217;d say she&#8217;s pretty average herself, as month-old babies go (while at the same time being wonderful and gorgeous and all-around delicious, of course), so maybe she&#8217;ll turn out to be an average kid as well.  Upon consideration, however, I&#8217;ll go out on a limb and say I could probably deal with rather more bother now if it would translate into less bother later.  I&#8217;m already looking ahead to my fifties, when I&#8217;ll have three adolescent girls under one roof, and I have to say I&#8217;d just as soon they get all the bother they can out of their systems now while I still have some energy left to deal with it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, this baby. She is very sweet and cute and nice and easy-going, but man, oh man, is she ever one of those wants-to-be-held-ALL-the-time babies. She simply will not sleep unless one or the other of us is holding her, and it is wearing me right out. It feels like the only times I&#8217;m not&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/?p=1720\">Read More <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Musings<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1720"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1779,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1720\/revisions\/1779"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.beverlyrevelry.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}