I saw this onesie yesterday and laughed really hard. When Luke was a baby, I really did rock him all night long. I had a 20 minute repertoire of lullabies I would sing him, once in French and again in English. Many afternoons at home were just spent sitting in the rocking chair, holding him in my arms, for literally hours.
Poor Charlie. He really has gotten the raw end of the deal. After I nurse him, his going to sleep routine consists of a 30 second song and rocking him for no longer than 3 minutes, tops. It's not that I'm depriving my child on purpose, I just don't have time anymore to rock a baby all night long.
I am also guilty of keeping Charlie home quite a bit. Since he's still taking two naps, I avoid taking him anywhere if I don't have to. Yesterday I left him with a friend, so that I could take Luke to the zoo. I thought, "Charlie's so little, he won't care about the zoo." Then I remembered that when Luke was Charlie's age we took him to the zoo and we were shocked when our 9 month old didn't care about the animals. (First time parents can be really idiots sometimes... like us.)
As if it couldn't get any worse, Charlie is constantly being kicked in the face and pushed by Luke. This morning, Charlie was standing next to Luke while he was eating breakfast. Luke very quietly leaned over, spit all over Charlie's head and started laughing.
As we often say in our house -