Funny stuff: September 2010

These are just a couple of the funny conversations Morgan and I had this month:

-There was a cat in our backyard and Howie chased it over the fence.
      Morgan:  "Mom, I want a cat"
      Me: "Me too. But Daddy doesn't like cats, so we will probably never have one."
      Morgan: "Ummm, it's okay. I will teach Daddy to like cats. Lets go get one."

- When we woke up this morning she starts pulling board games out of a box and asking me to play one with her. I told her we had to clean up the game upstairs from last night before we could have breakfast, and maybe after breakfast we could play a board game. We are cleaning up Blokus from last night and this happens:
      Morgan: "After we clean Blokus we can get a different board game out?"
      Me: "Probably not till after breakfast. Maybe we can play a game that doesn't make a mess, like Simon Says."
      Morgan:  "I wanna go first! I wanna go first! Simon Says, 'Mommy, go downstairs and get us a board game."

- I came downstairs and Morgan has poured a bag of Goldfish crackers into 3 separate bowls from her play kitchen and is "making dinner". I sit down at the computer and say:
    Me: "Can I have some of your delicious goldfish dinner?"
    Morgan:  "Sure. Here's one"
    Me: "Thanks!" (I pop it into my mouth)
    Morgan: "Sure. It was on the ground."

The Last Year Or So...

It has been a year, at least, since I have had a decent night's sleep. This time last year, I was about 3 months pregnant and already having a hard time sleeping. Add to that Morgan's uncanny knack for waking up regularly and I can honestly say I don't really remember the last time I actually slept a night through.

Ian has been a bad sleeper since the day he was born. I remember sitting in the hospital laying him in his bassinet and thinking, "I am not going to hold this one all day because I want him to be able to sleep without me." Yeah. Right.

This is a basic breakdown of our average day:  Ian is grouchy and cranky because he fights sleep so bad. We are talking the kid will not even lay down in my arms, the only time he falls asleep is when he gets so exhausted that he literally slumps over sitting up. And the moment I lay him down, he's awake again. If it is not within moments, it is most definitely within the half hour.

Then, there's bed time. Oh and by the way, let me preface all of this by saying that if I leave Ian in his crib while he is awake, he will, without fail, crawl into the side of the crib repeatedly. He comes out with his head and face all red, bruised, and on a few occasions he has even had a goose egg. So, that said, I don't know how letting him "cry it out" will ever work. Okay, so back to the bed time routine:  We don't have one.  I hope and pray he will just fall asleep and let me sleep.

Alright, now I am at the point where I feel like I need to explain myself. You know, excuse away all my bad mommy behavior. We don't have a bedtime routine, I still nurse him at night, and yes, he still sleeps in my bed. I know that everyone of these issues is probably causing its own set of issues all on their own, but that is where the biggest problem comes into play:

  How can I be consistent with anything when I am so sleep deprived that I sob in my bed when he wakes up for the fifth time at 3 o'clock in the morning?

And don't even get me started on how I react to JD when he tells me to just go put him in his crib- since that is all my husband wants to do to help- tell me what to do.

Oh, and the other problem I would love some advice on is that him and Morgan are sharing a room. I don't know how it is going to work for me to put him back in his crib and go in and out of there 5 times a night without having a double fit from the two of them- no wait, make that a triple fit once you throw me into the mix.

That's it. That's all. Just a random rambling of my newest crisis.

Chubbsters like to Eat. Duh.

I could say this post is about me, because, well, I do love to eat :) But, for the most part when I am talking Chubbster these days, I am talking Ian. The kid is 18 pounds and counting at 6 months old! So, it should come as no surprise that he is 100% content to eat and eat and EAT.

 The first couple of times he would grab my hand or the spoon and shove it into his mouth. Now he just kind of chills and waits for the next bite cause he has faith in his Mama to not starve him :)

Processing the flavor...

Hey, that's not so bad after all Ma!