There is great reticence in my revelation of Eowyn’s slumberous habits that have demarcated her nearly eleven months of bedtimes. For last evening, she enjoyed an inaugural night in her CRIB! Yes, abashedly, I must confess that she has for almost 45 weeks, relished the comfort of either her cradle or her mother’s chest as a harbor for her dreams. But, after several mornings of discovering our precocious nymph-like baby slightly contorted, with legs intertwined through the cradle rails, we determined to avoid a visit from Children and Youth and thus elected to transition her to the awaiting crib domicile. In truth, the first night was rough- for everyone. After several rounds of “Jesus Loves Me” and a whimsical recounting of a Reaganite fairy tale (evil villain played by Tarack Osama), we attempted to quietly depart. Well, we shall suffice to say that Eowyn’s bedtime regimen last night more likely resembled a Gaither Gospel HOUR Hymn sing, but fortunately for me, Reaganite fairy tales proffer a wealth of evil arch nemeses to animate numerous bedtime stories. Then, we just prayed that none of these horrible tales would ever come true! At this, she finally slept. Go Mitt (in 2012)!
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