Let me present you with a recap of my night.....
10 pm: Went to bed, of course couldn't sleep. Might have been the 8-10 cups of coffee I had throughout the day ~ of course couldn't have made it through the day without them ~ it's vicious cycle.
2:45 am: Wake up and feed Emma...
3:00 am: Still Feeding Emma...
3:15 am: Stilllllll feeding Emma...
3:40 am: Back in bed...
4:00 am: Can't fall back asleep.....already thinking about coffee.....
5:40 am: Must have fallen asleep because I awake to the cat hurling and regurgitating his dinner all over the house - thank God for my loving husband because I just don't do cat puke very well....
6:15 am: Pitter Patter of little feet..."mommy, mommy 'ake up, 'ake up." Pretend like I am asleep so Karl can take him back into his room....
6:17 am: Pitter Patter of little feet ~ anyone sensing a pattern here~Repeat two more times.....
6:45 am: Got up and out of bed....why even bother at this point. Bring on the coffee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
30 October 2009
27 October 2009
We survived the night....
The night went better than I expected, which is always a good thing. :)
We decided that at dinner time if he wasn't going to eat what I made then he was just able to get down, but no TV and no snacks....it was much better than listening to him scream.
We also decided that since he did not take a nap he was going to be early. Normally we start getting him ready for bed at 7:30, which consists of brushing his teeth, going potty, then pj's and a bedtime story. Last night we started at 6:45 and he was in bed a few minutes after 7 pm...I closed the door and waited. About 3 seconds later I heard him get out of bed and come to the door, since he was not able to open it I let him stand there for a few minutes before I went in. I went in and he was standing at his closet, I scooped him up put him back in bed and told him it was time to sleep, walked out and hoped for the best ~ he was quiet for most of the night.
He did get up twice...the first time was about 9 pm or so and he was so tired he was just a walking zombie. I changed his diaper and back to bed and he never made another peep until about 5 am and Karl took him back in and he went right back to sleep until 7 am!
Thank the Lord because I don't think I could have done another day like yesterday. I am not to thrilled about it raining and being in the house all day but if I could survive yesterday I can survive anything.
I think. :)
We decided that at dinner time if he wasn't going to eat what I made then he was just able to get down, but no TV and no snacks....it was much better than listening to him scream.
We also decided that since he did not take a nap he was going to be early. Normally we start getting him ready for bed at 7:30, which consists of brushing his teeth, going potty, then pj's and a bedtime story. Last night we started at 6:45 and he was in bed a few minutes after 7 pm...I closed the door and waited. About 3 seconds later I heard him get out of bed and come to the door, since he was not able to open it I let him stand there for a few minutes before I went in. I went in and he was standing at his closet, I scooped him up put him back in bed and told him it was time to sleep, walked out and hoped for the best ~ he was quiet for most of the night.
He did get up twice...the first time was about 9 pm or so and he was so tired he was just a walking zombie. I changed his diaper and back to bed and he never made another peep until about 5 am and Karl took him back in and he went right back to sleep until 7 am!
Thank the Lord because I don't think I could have done another day like yesterday. I am not to thrilled about it raining and being in the house all day but if I could survive yesterday I can survive anything.
I think. :)
26 October 2009
Hmmm...Sanity....anybody have some to spare?
I have none left.
Why you ask.....three little letters have caused me to lose the last tiny bit I had left.
MAX. Yes my dear sweet son has rendered me completely insane.
Last night we fought, battled, attempted to coerce him to eat dinner. Humph...what were we thinking. From attempting to get Max to eat ONE tiny little bit of potato started a 2 hour - yes I said 2 HOURS ~ fight. Max cried, kicked, screamed, choked, cried, kicked, screamed, and choked some more. After that hour of torture was up we proceeded to try and put him to bed being that it was his bedtime..........well another hour of torture then ensued. Max is a pro at getting out of his crib now. Envision my sweet angel faced child charging out of his bedroom (he opens doors quite masterfully) and running down the hallway into Daddy's arms, only to find out he was going right back into bed. It was so relaxing...like the kind of relaxing that comes from someone ripping your fingernails off one by one. :)
Finally we decide to give him a bath, read a story and he was out like a light. Thankfully. This morning I woke up to Max (a.k.a the devil reincarnate) staring at me and saying "ake up mommy, ake up." At least it was only 6:45 am...I could live with that.
Due to the pumpkin patch people double booking basically we had to wait for about 30-45 minutes until we were able to go and let me just say Max was a joy....again if joy were someone pulling my eyelashes out one by one and then pouring bleach into my eyes.
He proceeded to not be happy about anything and turned into a limp noodle and throwing quite a fit ~ in front of not only the lovely ladies of the group (sooooooo very sorry Karen, Judith, and Jessica!) but in front of all the other ladies of different groups. At that point I decided that I had had enough and we left. Then the real show started....Max cried and screamed the whole way to the car, even throwing in the limp noodle act a few times. It was so delightful when I was trying to get him into his car seat all while poor little Emma is being bounced around in the carrier.
The ride home was fairly uneventful and I was even able to get him to eat some lunch. Then nap time came around and well we are still working on that one. Max has climbed out of his crib every single time I have put him in....I think we are working on #15 now....I managed to get a safety lock on his door, on his side, and am now listening to him talk and play in there. I have given up trying to get him to stay IN his crib because I just can't fight anymore. There is nothing dangerous in his room (save for himself of course) and I am just tired of the battle.
Hmmmm after today I can't wait for bed time tonight. :)
Why you ask.....three little letters have caused me to lose the last tiny bit I had left.
MAX. Yes my dear sweet son has rendered me completely insane.
Last night we fought, battled, attempted to coerce him to eat dinner. Humph...what were we thinking. From attempting to get Max to eat ONE tiny little bit of potato started a 2 hour - yes I said 2 HOURS ~ fight. Max cried, kicked, screamed, choked, cried, kicked, screamed, and choked some more. After that hour of torture was up we proceeded to try and put him to bed being that it was his bedtime..........well another hour of torture then ensued. Max is a pro at getting out of his crib now. Envision my sweet angel faced child charging out of his bedroom (he opens doors quite masterfully) and running down the hallway into Daddy's arms, only to find out he was going right back into bed. It was so relaxing...like the kind of relaxing that comes from someone ripping your fingernails off one by one. :)
Finally we decide to give him a bath, read a story and he was out like a light. Thankfully. This morning I woke up to Max (a.k.a the devil reincarnate) staring at me and saying "ake up mommy, ake up." At least it was only 6:45 am...I could live with that.
The day was going quite nicely and I was all excited to go on our pumpkin picking hayride with the awesome ladies of my Mom's group....oh how quickly the day can change.
Due to the pumpkin patch people double booking basically we had to wait for about 30-45 minutes until we were able to go and let me just say Max was a joy....again if joy were someone pulling my eyelashes out one by one and then pouring bleach into my eyes.
He proceeded to not be happy about anything and turned into a limp noodle and throwing quite a fit ~ in front of not only the lovely ladies of the group (sooooooo very sorry Karen, Judith, and Jessica!) but in front of all the other ladies of different groups. At that point I decided that I had had enough and we left. Then the real show started....Max cried and screamed the whole way to the car, even throwing in the limp noodle act a few times. It was so delightful when I was trying to get him into his car seat all while poor little Emma is being bounced around in the carrier.
The ride home was fairly uneventful and I was even able to get him to eat some lunch. Then nap time came around and well we are still working on that one. Max has climbed out of his crib every single time I have put him in....I think we are working on #15 now....I managed to get a safety lock on his door, on his side, and am now listening to him talk and play in there. I have given up trying to get him to stay IN his crib because I just can't fight anymore. There is nothing dangerous in his room (save for himself of course) and I am just tired of the battle.
Hmmmm after today I can't wait for bed time tonight. :)
21 October 2009
Soo not ready for this...
This morning Max did the unthinkable.
He climbed out of his crib, no falling out, he was like a little ninja - I heard him in there talking as he usually does each morning and then he was quiet for a minute and the next thing I heard was the pitter patter of little feet running throught the house with a little giggle to go along with it.
I am soooo not ready for him to be in a big boy bed. Especially on mornings when he wakes up at 5:30 am. Because now that his "walls" can't stop him he won't fall back to sleep......ugh!
He climbed out of his crib, no falling out, he was like a little ninja - I heard him in there talking as he usually does each morning and then he was quiet for a minute and the next thing I heard was the pitter patter of little feet running throught the house with a little giggle to go along with it.
I am soooo not ready for him to be in a big boy bed. Especially on mornings when he wakes up at 5:30 am. Because now that his "walls" can't stop him he won't fall back to sleep......ugh!
12 October 2009
They Must Be Related....
Max and Emma look so much alike to me so I decided to post a few pics of Max when he was first born and then post a few from Emma that I just took last night.
This first pic of Max is from August 7, 2007 and the second one August 10, 2007 so Max was just about one month old....
Here are two pics that I took of Emma last night....last Friday she was exactly 4 weeks old....crazy!
This first pic of Max is from August 7, 2007 and the second one August 10, 2007 so Max was just about one month old....
Here are two pics that I took of Emma last night....last Friday she was exactly 4 weeks old....crazy!
I hope that Emma's crazy eyes go away like Max's did! LOL!
Wouldn't Daddy Be Proud....
As I was trying to get ready the other day (yes I put make-up on every day), I know it's silly but it helps me feel normal - anyway Max is obsessed with watching me as I do this. He is always asking me when he sees me, "what you doing?", and I always tell him "putting on my make-up" and then he says, "try, try, try!". Of course I don't let him but this particular day I walked out of the bathroom for one teensy tiny moment and as I walked back in this was my view....
Just another day in crazy land with my adorable son!!!! LOL!
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