Babble

When I last wrote about Emmeline's Keith Richards imitation -- no, not snorting her dad; sleeping -- the response was mixed. Some agreed with my method. Some thought I was crazy. And some were just clearly not aware of the joys of being tied up (Oh go read the comments -- you'll figure it out). But that...

When Emmeline was about five months old, I performed the usual bedtime routine -- bath, massage, bottle, book -- then hoisted in her in her crib, turned off the light and let her fend for herself. Dana had to work through the night and into the early morning, and so I was the only one around the hear...