my baby, my self

Yesterday, while watching the baby crawling around, climbing on the cooling rack (look, she kept crawling into the kitchen to try to get it; I had to give in) I thought hmm, that has some sharp edges, maybe that's how she got that scrape on her finger. I thought better about my cooling rack as toy plan, put it back in the kitchen, and tried to get the baby interested in her ever-growing pile of legitimate toys that she is so over.

Later, while taking a shower I realized that I am the one with the scrape on her finger. I apparently don't know the difference between my baby and my self any more.

Since our trip to Utah, the baby has decided that sleeping in a crib is not for her. She's no dummy and has realized that only an idiot would sleep in a crib when there is a cozy warm bed available with near-instant access to the milk supply. I can't deny that it was sweet at first, the cozy sleeping with the baby, but I am so over it.

I'm pretty sure I could find a bunch of advice about how to break baby's attachment to comfort objects like the pacifier, or a blanket, or a stuffed animal. What I want is advice about how to create that attachment. We have this sweet little stuffed octopus, and I'm pretty sure that it could be a good stand-in for a mama during a long night of sleep. But the baby is not convinced of this. If you have any suggestions for creating lasting bonds between a baby and an inanimate (but cozy! I'm not a monster) object, please let me know.