Oops-Insensitive Rant Alert...uh...I hope you all have lovely Valentine's Days filled with flowers and pink and red chocolates...
Anyway, I choose to find significance in the fact that February 14th is EXACTLY one month before my birthday. Thus my title.
And now...Highs and Lows by topic:
Liam is working his way up to Favorite Child status. He sleeps through the night, every night. 12-13 hours of uninterrupted sleep. He goes to bed before 7 pm and gets up between 7-8 am. Sweet, beautiful child.
Belle has decided she does not want to sleep through the night any more. Lots of nights it's just issues like a twisted up blanket that she can't straighten, or more often nothing intelligible. Just needs a hug and to be put back to bed.
But one night earlier this week I woke up to hear her shrieking in her room. It took a while to understand that she was saying, "My bed is opening! My bed is opening!"
My response to this was a hazy, sleepy, open-mouthed stare.
I think she had some sort of nightmare about the back of her crib opening up. Not sure what happened once it opened but the result was that she was terrified of her crib. Her entire little body was shaking. She kept insisting it needed medicine. I admit I was at a loss here, and since the only medicine I had in her room was butt paste, I pretended to wipe that on her crib. But it didn't work, I guess, because the crying continued.
It took 3 hours that night to get her to go back to sleep. I'd like to say that I handled the whole three hours with grace, patience and creative parenting. But it was from 1:30 am to 4:30 am. Let's just say that time period had its ups and downs. Thankfully I had just made her this little pillow bed thingy that she could sleep on so she didn't have to sleep on the floor.
Until now she has loved her crib. Just hangs out in it and sings or talks or whatever. But no more.
That was 5 days ago and she still won't go back in her crib. We'd been planning to get her a big girl bed sometime sooner or later, so I guess we're doing it sooner.
Funny part: The next morning at breakfast she told Dalton the following,
"Dalton, I got to sleep on my pillow bed! I was very, very scared because my crib was opening and even the butt paste didn't fix it."
He looked at her like she was crazy, and behind her back I twirled my finger around by my temple and rolled my eyes around in the universal sign for craziness.
I commented here that Belle had started calling us Mom and Dad instead of Mommy and Daddy. This unfortunately has continued. And now that they are pretending to be pteranodons, it's just getting worse. You see, the pteranodons call their parents Mom and Dad. I'm terribly afraid that Mommy and Daddy are a thing of the past.
Our very favorite TV show is Psych. Endless hours of fun, there.
The other night we were watching an old episode and a woman yelled "Hoffenpfeffer!" at another character. She yelled it very fast in an angry German accent. It's really fun to do. Try it. Go ahead. I'll wait. One more time, faster and louder. Good.
I've decided I'm going to start yelling it when the kids are driving me crazy. It will help me blow off steam without yelling anything that will be emotionally scarring to the little tykes.
My friend Erika posts weekly goals on her blog and she's started making it a little party where people can link up their own goals. Last week I picked a goal and it was really helpful to remember to be intentional about something.
I decided that it would be good to have some one-on-one time with Dalton. The biggest change about having three kids is how I never seem to have time for any kid individually. I'm always juggling two or all three of them.
So I kept Dalton up a little longer at nap time (which was a huge deal for me in and of itself) and we did a little craft that involved melting a crayon over a candle and using the melted wax to make a picture. It came out cute and we really did have a good time.
I'll try to remember to tell whether I met my goal or not next week.
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