Sunday, November 22, 2009

Ivy Days.


Ivy days are good days. I enjoy going to work and I enjoy her company. She's an easy-going, low-reactive, adorable baby girl. Ivy is an only child and her parents are the kindest, most thoughtful parents I've ever worked for. Well, except that dear mama in San Francisco. She ties with them.

Most days consist of three naps. These naps used to go, long, short, short. But over the past week or so we've moved up to two longish crib naps, 1.5-2.5 hours [often with a break in-between but only self-soothing], and one short nap that we share, her in the sling, me in the rocking chair, each evening just before Helena returns from work. This last nap allows Ivy to stay up until nine or 9:15 and get some quality time with Mitchell after he returns from work.

So far it's working well for everyone though I'd love to see Ivy get to bed a tad earlier and move toward giving up that sling nap, despite how much I enjoy it, I'd love for her to have a longer, deeper night sleep.