Saturday, May 1, 2010
Day 935 - Is That a Banana in Your Pocket?
It was the middle of the night when the baby monitor turned on to the whines and cries of Andrew. I did what any good father would do: I turned over and told Lisa she should check on our son.
The sounds coming through the baby monitor made me sad. It made me sad that Andrew was keeping me awake. At this point I would barely hit my eight hours of sleep. So I turned off the monitor, threw a pillow over my head, and wished for sweet slumber for myself.
I thought I heard Lisa coming back into the bedroom, but instead she turned on the kitchen light. There was some clattering and preparation going on, and then there was quiet again. It was too short a time for her to burn anything, so my curiosity began to peak.
When she returned to bed, I asked her what she was doing in the kitchen. She told me when she went to calm Andrew down, Andrew asked for a banana. So Lisa went into the kitchen, sliced a piece of banana, and gave it to Andrew. Soon after that, he fell asleep.
At first, I didn't think much of it. But then I began to think that this had better not become some sort of weird middle of the night ritual. This ain't no 24/7 Denny's that we're running here. If Andrew asks for a serving of Moon Over My Hammies, I'm really going to draw the line in the sand.
I'm all for comforting your child, but I firmly believe in not blindly following your child's every request. I think our kids are old enough to understand that if they ask for things in the middle of the night, this will result in three things: 1) It keeps them from going back to sleep. 2) It keeps us around them longer. 3) They will be able to spend more quality time with Mommy because there's no way in hell Daddy's going to get out of bed at 3am.
It has been a few nights since this incident, and so far there has been no early morning room service calls. Hopefully this was a one time only deal, and we'll never have to serve phallic fruit to Andrew in bed. Truly, my only concern was that this was not going to foster any bad habits. Or shall I say...a banana foster. Oh, Scott. How you slay me with your awful puns!