There's been crying, of course, but I haven't caved. I'd gotten far too lax about allowing naps on me, nursing to sleep, nursing back to sleep in the middle of the nap, etc., because it's easy and it doesn't bother me to do it until suddenly I want anyone else in the world to put the baby to bed just once. Also, I think all the tiny meals are negatively effecting nighttime sleep and I can't have that.
Baby crying doesn't bother me overly much, so long as I understand why she is crying and she's doing it on my shoulder.
You want to express your disappointment about not being asleep when you're really, really tired by screaming at the top of your lungs for five or ten minutes? I'm here and I will hold you and give you the space to express your emotions. Feel your feelings and all that, but also, it's naptime and you're going to sleep.
(This is a note to self: republish the time I got dragged up the side of a mountain WAY back when. That was a fun story.)
I saw this particular walk on a list of good places to take a stroller. And, as it turns out, it totally was. We drove and drove and drove all the way to the very top of the mountain and then there was a paved path less than a mile long around the peak. Perfect!
It was strange to see features (a weather station?) up close that I am used to seeing up in the sky. We drove right past on the way up.
I still don't have sunglasses to go with the contacts, it's on my list, and I couldn't seem to find any of my cute sunhats, so I wore a lopsided, smushed straw gardening hat. Naturally, found a regular sun hat in the closet while looking for a bag to take to the spa the very next day.
Sadly, the state park website said "no dogs", but the signs once we got there said just that dogs need leashes. Poor pups got left out for no good reason.
We did not make the whole walk all the way up to the viewing whatever it is that is at the actual very tippy top. The sign said it was only 1/3 of a mile. That path was not paved, and I don't think any of us actually had the stomach for those kinds of heights or hiking. We went up the first part of the way, but then it got narrow and rocky and no thanks.
(I could have been peer pressured into it, but I don't think I could have allowed my baby to go up there, even if we had remembered a non-stroller carrier. I'll have to read more about that path before we go back to find out how much of it is like the part where we turned around.)
The baby is a very good sport and was quite chill about all of this, until she had to thareaten to cry all the way down the mountain if she didn't get some lunch. We pulled over and she ate and then everything was fine again.
AND we had both breakfast and lunch in restaurants on Saturday. It was kind of a really big day.