So, in an effort to get her to sleep (and get myself off the couch), we have taken up a new hobby.
I put on the Moby Wrap, slide Emerson inside, turn on the television, and flip through the music channels.
And then, we dance.
Switching between the stations titled "Pop Hits", "90's", "80's", "Party Favorites", and "Throwback Jamz" (yes, with a "z"), we dance all over the living room...and sweet Emerson is usually asleep within minutes.
Forget gentle lullabies at this time of day. Emerson clearly prefers when we "Play that Funky Music". And play it we do, along with such timeless classics as "Ice, Ice, Baby" and "Gettin' Jiggy Wit It". (I know, right?)
This is where you could usually expect to find a picture in my posts.
Not happening this time.
There are some things that should stay between a mother and daughter in the privacy of the living room.
(And, let's face it, the image you've conjured up in your mind of this whole scenario is probably just about right.)It's definitely a mutually-beneficial activity. Emerson gets to rest; I get to work on losing those last ten pounds of pregnancy weight.
And, it truly is a workout! I've got a 13 pound baby wrapped in a piece of black fabric, held tightly against my body, while I dance (and I do use that term loosely) all over the place. I give her head extra support with one hand, and do bicep curls with a 5 pound weight with the other. We both end up sweaty. It's fantastic.
This is what memories are made of! And I know this goofy little routine is one of those experiences of my early months of motherhood that I will remember with a smile.