Yikes. So much to post in a few short days!
1) Monkey is not a fan of daylight savings and insists on waking up at 5:30am. Oy.
2) Monkey is a rock star (and, she'll actually say that to you - it's freakin' hilarious!) and moved into the Big Girl Bed in the Big Girl Room (capitalization on purpose!). The crib and nursery are no longer in use. Except to hold the boxes of stuff that belong to Jellybean.
3) Now that Monkey is in the Big Girl Bed, naps are a wee bit unstructured. (Oh, I know this because her school was closed on Election Day for parent-teacher conferences). And by unstructured I mean that I was in there with her for - hmmmm - oh AN HOUR AND A HALF convincing her to be quiet. Because the ability to gather MORE BOOKS was damn-near frying her brain from the excitement. Exhaustion finally over took her and she fell asleep with 17 books in her Bed with her. I know this because I counted them. And, while this is so ridiculous it is sublime, I confess that I kind of find it adorable. I love books that much, too. What can I say, she's my kid!
4) And, on the topic of being my kid.....I am no longer numero uno in her world. Daddy is. She's hurt? She asks for daddy. She's mad at me? She asks for daddy. She wakes up cranky (see #1, above) and needs a little love before the day starts? Yup, she wants her daddy. And every time she pushes me away and yowls for daddy? My heart melts a little bit. My time away in Denver really re-uppped their bond. And to quote Martha, "it's a good thing."
5) Now, to quote my beloved little brother? "Nicely done America!" I am proud to say that I am still wearing my Obama '08 button. I don't know that I want to take it off. And if you want to know why M and I got no sleep election night? Check out this link - between the students cheering, the media heliocopters filming the celebration in Harlem, and the impromptu parade down our block at 12:30am, we got no sleep. And it was worth it!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Say my name, say my name
An update. Monkey has revised her name of her baby sister.
She is now officially known as "jelly bean." And I have no idea why.
She is now officially known as "jelly bean." And I have no idea why.
Five, Six, Seven, Eight, we won't nap or sleep in late!
Ugh. I was going to call this post "A death in the family" but thought that might startle readers.....because it's the death of the nap, the beloved beloved DEEPLY NEEDED nap. Not a human. Although it might be the death of me. Heh.
That's right. Monkey is on a nap strike. Commence wailing and gnashing of teeth and demonstrations of anguish and desolation.
On both Saturday and Sunday, the only way I could get her to go down for a nap was to hold her in my lap until she was asleep, and then gently lower her into the crib. I'm surprised that my legs are still attached; both times I stood up and almost keeled over, having lost all feeling in the leg that was under Monkey. Only the the unpleasant pins-and-needles sensation of blood reanimating my leg let me know it was still there.
Then, the nap strike bled into bedtime. Saturday night did not go well. She stood in her crib and screamed bloody murder. Last night was worse. We started the process at 8pm and THREE HOURS LATER she fell asleep. At least I think it was 11pm. It may have actually been later. I don't know. I should have been asleep at 9pm myself, so forgive me for being a wee bit tired. M was beyond exhausted, but managed to sweet talk Monkey into staying in her crib while he read to her from the chair. And she fell asleep.
I think our neighbors hate us; during that three hour period I think she may have screamed for an hour or two. Straight.
We figured she'd sleep in this morning, only to be summoned at 5:50am.(Daylight savings is not our friend.)
Here's hoping that this is a phase. A brattalicious hellacious phase. Please?
That's right. Monkey is on a nap strike. Commence wailing and gnashing of teeth and demonstrations of anguish and desolation.
On both Saturday and Sunday, the only way I could get her to go down for a nap was to hold her in my lap until she was asleep, and then gently lower her into the crib. I'm surprised that my legs are still attached; both times I stood up and almost keeled over, having lost all feeling in the leg that was under Monkey. Only the the unpleasant pins-and-needles sensation of blood reanimating my leg let me know it was still there.
Then, the nap strike bled into bedtime. Saturday night did not go well. She stood in her crib and screamed bloody murder. Last night was worse. We started the process at 8pm and THREE HOURS LATER she fell asleep. At least I think it was 11pm. It may have actually been later. I don't know. I should have been asleep at 9pm myself, so forgive me for being a wee bit tired. M was beyond exhausted, but managed to sweet talk Monkey into staying in her crib while he read to her from the chair. And she fell asleep.
I think our neighbors hate us; during that three hour period I think she may have screamed for an hour or two. Straight.
We figured she'd sleep in this morning, only to be summoned at 5:50am.(Daylight savings is not our friend.)
Here's hoping that this is a phase. A brattalicious hellacious phase. Please?
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Going green
I grew up in a household that believed in saving on electric bills. Which is to say that an an early age, I got into the good habit of turning lights off that weren't in use. Of course now it is as much about going "green" as it is saving on bills, but still - now that I pay the bills? SO glad this is an ingrained habit.
Monkey, on the other hand, isn't quite as enamored of my frugality. Mostly because I turned the lights off on her last night when I walked out of the kitchen.
The indignant "lights, please?!!!" was priceless. I was still chuckling 5 minutes later.
Monkey, on the other hand, isn't quite as enamored of my frugality. Mostly because I turned the lights off on her last night when I walked out of the kitchen.
The indignant "lights, please?!!!" was priceless. I was still chuckling 5 minutes later.
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