After seeing his Queen Grouch starting another night of endless nursing, he came to the overlooked conclusion that what Little Mouse needed was soothing, not nursing. And, since nothing gets by our powers of observation at 1 AM, he realized that there’s an invention for that – the pacifier. Off he went, in search of the Elusive Gadget That Would Solve Our Nighttime Problems. After an hour of fording through the crowds of factory-shift-change folks at the Store We Never Shop At Unless We’re Desperate, he came back triumphant.
And then, because he is a real Super Hero and not just a poser, he took the sound-asleep-freshly-nursed-again lass from my arms, popped that passie in her mouth, and put her in her bed, where she stayed for longer than we dared to hope (I’m not bragging, for those of you with vampires in your houses – my first one never slept at night and she was 18 months old before we had a week of sleeping through the night…we are still waiting for the bubble to burst with this new one).
So now you know. Prince Charming has left the blog. In his place is Super Hero, just as handsome and twice as clever. 🙂
That DEFINITELY qualifies him for promotion to Super Hero. At least!
My own Super Hero (AKA TheDad) spent countless nights walking the hall with Middle Sister over his shoulder and his Walkman on (so he couldn’t hear her colicky screams). That bought me 3 hours of heavenly sleep.
I’ve got you both beat (not that it’s a contest, mind you):-)
At the tender age of 50, MY husband welcomed three angry, frightened, damaged children under the age of five into our home … and made the two older ones love him despite their best efforts to stay as far away as possible. (The six-month-old was a shoe-in.)
PLUS he gets up Saturday mornings with our morning glories, so I can SLEEP!
He’s my favorite husband in the whole world. And I had to wait only 35 years to find him!
Congrats to the two of you, too, for finding YOUR perfect match.