In other news, things are going well.  The above mentioned play closed this past Sunday.  The run went well.  Audiences loved it.  I loved it.  The critics uniforming loved the performances and hated Sarah Ruhl’s play.  Oh well.

While I was busy working on that show, Justin was busy at home with Matilda.  He got her into a nighttime routine.  Good man.  Now, for over 2 months, she’s gotten used to a stroll at 6:30, dinner at 7:15, bathtime/clean-up time around 7:25, quiet play time/book time around 7:35 and “walk her to sleep while singing Rock-a-bye-baby” from 7:45 to 8.  By god, it works.  Tonight I completed the routine for the first time on my own.

Note to self:  if I ever have another baby, I will not nurse him/her to sleep.  It’s going to be a nightmare weaning Matilda because she falls asleep on the boob 90% of the time.  Sometimes she’s desperate for sleep but only a boob will calm her down.  I feel like a schmuck as a result.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s sweet, nursing.  I love the closeness, our bond, the sweet coos…  And god knows allowing her to nurse-to-sleep provided TONS of extra sleep over the last 9 months.  All of us slept better because of it.  When the time comes to try to wean, though, the lack of sleep will catch up.