Still not over it… Eddie Vedder wasn’t even nominated for this.
Whenever I place my son down to sleep – beit at night or for a daytime nap – I gently rock the crib as a lullaby plays and he slowly falls into dreamland….emphasize the word “slowly.” Eventually, he rolls over on his stomach, his eyes get heavy, and I tiptoe out of the room. If he’s still awake as I leave, he’ll let me know he needs more rocking by kicking his right leg up and down. The final rocks put him to sleep, and I’m a free man – at least for a little while. This plays out every day, and it gets me every time. As I’ve found out as a relatively new parent, you have to find joy in the predictable. I know, for the most part, a child’s behavior is as predictable as a Homeland curveball. And, that brings us to this weekend’s Oscars. Continue reading