My dolly

I started sleeping with a doll the other night. I hug her close all night long...and yeah I feel a bit silly, but it's for a good reason.

On Saturday night, I am going out to dinner with friends at my one friend's new restaurant. I went a few weeks ago to the grand opening and Jon stayed home and put Kate to bed. Well, it was the first time that mommy wasn't the one to put her to bed, so Jon had a few issues. So, when the invite came to go back to the restaurant to actually try the food, Jon insisted I go despite the potential issues with putting Kate to bed. So this time, we're determined it'll be different (we hope). The doll I'm sleeping with this week is stuffed with some kind of wool that picks up and keeps a scent. So, it's suggested that a mother sleep with the doll for a few days to get her scent on the doll and then when mommy isn't around, the doll can be used for comfort. It is said that by giving the doll to the baby, she'll think mommy is near...or think the doll is mommy...or whatever. I think Kate is smarter than that, but we'll try it anyway. Plus, I'm suggesting to Jon that he wear my bathrobe when feeding her the nighttime bottle (funny mental image for sure). He is so patient with her and so kind to encourage me to go out with my friends. I am truly lucky.