"Oh sweetie, all babies cry and whine at this age," my mom said gently to Conan, who looked like he hadn't slept in a week. "Levi was like that too. Canon's actually pretty calm compared to him."
Conan didn't even try to hide his exhaustion. "I can't even use the bathroom in peace, even at three months in," he huffed.
Personally, I thought it was a very reasonable complaint. Canon had a sixth sense for when Conan wasn't in the room. He could be sleeping soundly in his bassinet, but the moment Conan so much as stepped into the shower? Instant siren. We shared the work—Conan definitely more than me—but Canon had made his preference clear from day one.
"Use a sling," Mom offered brightly. "It's what I used with Levi until he was ready to not be like this. Now I have an excuse to dig out that old thing! And you're spoiling him too much anyway. Sometimes you have to put him down so he gets used to it."
Put him down? Impossible.
