Watch for Trucks

Baby Boy has screamed "Mama!" at least a hundred times in the last hour.  Mama is sitting in the rocker in the nursery, having just put Baby Girl to bed in her crib for the first night ever.

Daddy is putting Baby Boy to bed in his big boy bed down the hall.  This came about from a conversation that went like this:

Daddy:  I don't think pointing out all the trucks and airplanes on tv as you binge watch crime dramas on Hulu until midnight is the appropriate method for putting our toddler to sleep.

Me:  Thank you for your consideration and input.  Perhaps a joint venture into bedtime would help this situation.

Ok, I lied.  Here is what was really said:

Daddy:  Maybe if you ever turned the tv off he would stop screaming -

Me:  If you think you can do better...

I have handled the majority of bedtime up until now, simply because Jack pretty much just falls asleep.  He is very much a morning person.  When he comes up to bed he is ready to sleep...and our children are not.  This does not deter him.  He is a determined sleeper.  This leaves me juggling our one and a half year old that doesn't like sleep and loves his mama and our infant daughter that I am nursing. 

I do realize that hulu-ing our toddler to sleep is not the best method.  I know that he needs to cry it out in his bed and go to sleep.  But he won't stay there, which kinda throws a wrench in that plan.  I can't keep him contained and see to the needs of our new baby without some kind of distraction.  Not without more arms...I always need more arms. So, rather by accident, I discovered that if I told him to watch for the truck he would stop yelling and concentrate on the possibility of seeing a truck on the tv.  I needed that trick, that moment of concentration to keep him still.  And then hopefully a truck would show up.  If not, there is usually good odds that a car or an airplane or a doggie will appear.  That is, if you are watching crime drama.  Doesn't work with my cooking shows.  For some reason he is not as eager to watch for spatulas and immersion blenders.  Huh.

Anyway...the point here is my Baby Boy is crying for me, which makes me sad.  But my husband is helping me out with bedtime, which makes me happy.  Developing story...stay tuned.