As part of our bedtime routine, the babies have their last breastfeeding session prior to getting into their pjs. Usually, they don’t get quite enough from the breast so we supplement with a bottle. This bottle time is always with the lights low and soft lullaby music playing in the background.

Last night, Swee’Pea threw us for a loop. She got all she needed from the breast – no need for a supplemental bottle. So, I changed her into her pjs and calmly put her to bed with the soft music playing in the background.

It soon became apparent that Swee’Pea was not going to go to sleep. Her new favorite sound is the high-pitched squeal. She was practicing this sound with gusto last night. At first we thought she’d get tired and go to sleep. After about five minutes of squealing, Andrea says to me, “You don’t think she expected to be fed her bottle do you?” That’s right, we messed with the routine. (I know, I know. What were we thinking?)

So I went back in and picked her up. Instead of feeding her, I held her in the feeding position while sitting in the glider chair in their room. I gently rocked her as she brought her thumb to her mouth. In the dark I could see she was starting to calm down. Her eyes began to droop. It was at this time I realized the song that was playing in the background.

It was “Rockaby baby”.

How Norman Rockwell is that?