Hats with ears
I have a confession. I make my kid wear hats that have ears.
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I have a confession. I make my kid wear hats that have ears.
Henry is still nowhere near sleeping through the night. In fact, it started to get worse in recent weeks. We can get him to sleep but once he's in his crib, his eyes pop open and he's all 'Hello world! I would like to stay up forever and ever and ever. Too bad there aren't any good clubs aren't here because I'm ready to get down. Can I get a "what-what"?' Anyway, we decided it's time to bring out the big guns. I researched various books by various people who say they know exactly how to get my kid to sleep and stay asleep, and decided that Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child by Dr. Weissbluth was the one for us. I frantically read a lot of the book yesterday and came up with a plan. Last night we put him down earlier than usual (at 6PM), gave him a smooch, and closed the door. He cried for a long while but slept for seven hours afterward, waking up every once in a while during that time only to soothe himself back to sleep. Hello! Tonight we put him down at 6PM again and he slept for half an hour and is now up and crying but he's also trying to soothe himself. We shall see how the night progresses...
Last night while splashing about, Henry tooted in his plastic bathtub. The vibration it caused is still knocking around our attic.
Dave and I went to the grocery store this evening because we are finally out of food and tired of spending money on take-out. Both of us are pretty wiped out because of the whole "not sleeping for more than four hours at a time because the kid keeps waking us up wanting to eat or poop" thing, plus, on top of that, Dave is sick. We plopped Henry into his carseat and bundled him up (see below), an activity which normally reduces him to tears, at least until we start moving. However, he had spent the previous half hour madly and intently fussing, trying to get us to understand that he would *absolutely die* if he didn't get in a good snooze. He's already dramatic and he isn't even fourteen yet. He gets that from me. Anyway, Dave picked him up to carry him out to the car and he instantly fell asleep, something he never does at night when it's bed time. We drove to the post office to mail a letter, then headed over to the grocery store. As I'm pulling the stroller out of the trunk, Dave asks me if I have my wallet. I don't, and apparently, neither does he. We immediately commence fussing at each other, saying things like "But you *always* have your wallet." and "You're driving without a license?", but quickly realize that we're not accomplishing anything, and, by the way, it's freezing out. I close the trunk and suggest to Dave that I go ahead and start shopping, and that he shouldn't forget he has the kid, so he opens the trunk and takes the stroller out. I ask him what he's doing and he says he's taking the kid so he can start doing the shopping. I told him I meant I'd do the shopping while he goes home to get his wallet so he opens the back car door and puts the stroller in. Then he says, "But I'd have to take the carseat out and bring it in to the house with me" and I say "But I'd have to maneuver a shopping cart *and* a stroller *and* do the shopping". After going around a bit more, we piled back into the car and went home together to retrieve our wallets. This would be the second time we've both left our wallets home while doing the grocery shopping. The first time I think we made it all the way through the checkout before we realized we'd both forgotten our wallets.
Wow, I haven't updated in a while. A lot has been going on. Here's a top ten list of things that have happened or will be happening:
10. My mom and I have decided to do a Christmas cookie exchange via the USPS. Some we both have to make ourselves, but those we don't, we split unevenly (she gets to bake more because I have a kid).
9. I've started knitting again. Perhaps I'll finish some of my unfinished projects.
8. Dave informed me that I am my mother, because of all of the unfinished projects I have.
7. My parents and I agreed that we would not exchange presents this year because it's too much to handle, and who needs presents when there's all the familial love going on.
6. Henry discovered he's got hands, and boy, do they taste good.
5. The last day of classes for Dave is next Monday.
4. Brokeback Mountain is coming out next Friday. Megan and I were going to go see the matinee Friday afternoon but Dave found out yesterday that a student of his has to take the final during the time we would have gone. I haven't told Megan yet. I wonder if I'll get a phone call when she reads this.
3. My parents and I decided that we would exchange present because it just doesn't feel right not too.
2. Henry slept five hours for three nights in a row. Sadly that was last week. It was our Thanksgiving present from him.
1. It's snowing out. Not much, but it's enough.