Silly Excuses Monday, Oct 19 2009 

A while ago, on an old college friend’s blog, I stumbled across a comment that mentioned she didn’t want a second child, and “what would that say to our first child? That she isn’t good enough?”

I call bull.

One could equally argue that if you don’t have more than one child, it tells your child that he was too difficult and naughty for you to ever consider giving him siblings.

If you don’t want another child, that’s fine. Sorrowful, in my opinion, but fine. But don’t try to cast it up as a high and noble consideration for your child’s feelings, because kids just don’t think like that. Either argument is a modern ideology, not born out from experience.


Sleep, she is for the WEAK Saturday, Apr 25 2009 

I’d like to preface this by saying I really do like GeekBaby’s pediatrician. She doesn’t hassle me about him sleeping in our bed, possibly sensing a battle she won’t win, but still, it’s refreshing.

GeekBaby’s pediatrician obsesses about his sleep, possibly more than I do. And given that I can only sleep when he sleep, I obsess over his sleep quite a bit. It’s a selfish obsession.

But since his 4 month visit, she has been asking if he’s sleeping through the night. At the 6 month visit, told me that he really should be sleeping through the night. And at yesterday’s visit pulled out the scare tactics of bad habits, crankiness, decreased attention span, and even developmental delays if he doesn’t get enough sleep at night. That I need to let him cry it out, do whatever it takes to get him to sleep.

If she wants to engage in a nighttime battle of wills with my son, she’s welcome to take him home for a night and try it. Just as long as her house isn’t on my street, because that boy has lungs.

I understand that he needs his sleep (I need it too!) but he doesn’t want to sleep. He fights it, he thinks that he’ll miss out on exciting things if he sleeps while others are awake. Occasionally he decides that others should not miss out on his exciting escapades and makes sure we’re awake in the wee hours of the night. Sleeping is boring.

So I follow his cues. If he’s just doing the sleepy cry to wind down, I let him cry. If he’s building to absolute ‘why don’t they love me anymore’ hysteria, I don’t. If he’s got a sore throat / nasty drainage from a cold or allergies, I’ll put up with him nursing more at night – it’s the only way to soothe his throat. Sometimes he’s okay in his crib for a nap, sometimes he’ll reach hysteria level, be taken downstairs and then immediately falls asleep on a lap – he just needed a snuggle.

And this is one thing that I find fundamentally irritating about this sleep nagging. I know when he’s sleepy, I try to get him to sleep as much as he’ll put up with, but I also try to meet his needs. And that means I can’t just let him cry hysterically in his crib (unless I’m at my wits end and just need to put him down somewhere safe for 5 minutes).

The other irritating part is that I don’t sleep well. I never have. I wake up easily and have a hard time going back down. I’m restless, and I’ve been known to have conversations with Mike that I don’t remember in the morning. I’m just like my mom. Why can’t GeekBaby be like me? All evidence suggests that he is. He wakes easily, has trouble going back down, and I know he goes through fussy phases without actually being awake.

Then again, I’m cranky, have bad habits, and a poor attention span. So I guess the real question is “can I cope with my son being just like me?”


I Really Feel This Is Rather Excessive Saturday, Apr 4 2009 

So we’re going back to the valley for Easter. Among many other difficulties, this means I actually have to go to the trouble of putting together an Easter basket for GeekBaby.

I wasn’t going to bother, I mean he’s only eight months. He’ll never know, and I can’t put candy in it anyway.

But at the risk of being berated as a terrible, horrible, uncaring mother, I now have to put one together. What does one put in an Easter Basket for a baby anyway?

My first thought was ‘ooh, Egg Shakers’ and I tried to stop by the Right Start where I’d seen some to grab one or two. Well, Right Start has apparently gone out of business in the intervening weeks. Crap.

FatBrainToys.com is out of stock.

Trying to find anything on Amazon is like trying to look through a haystack filled with needles for one platinum #28 blunt tipped cross stitch needle.

It looks like I’m going to be out wandering today looking for inspiration to strike.

On an additional note, the state of Easter cards is absolutely appalling.


It’s Funny Today, Last Night Not So Much Thursday, Apr 2 2009 

Last night GeekBaby vomited. In our bed.

It was not definitely not spit up. It was vomit. Vomit has a unique odor. Oh, and it was dark in the room too. I got vomited on in the dark.

The next 30 minutes were a hustle and bustle of cleaning off various people, throwing sheets, mattress pad, and my nightgown into the washer, putting spare sheets on the bed, and checking GeekBaby’s temperature.

I’m sorry, son, but if you vomit that much, (on me! in the dark!!), you’re gonna get a thermometer in an awkward place. I have to make sure you’re not running a fever, there’s absolutely no schadenfreude involved.

Okay, maybe a little.


One Wondrous Thing Tuesday, Mar 24 2009 

There was one wondrous thing that happened last week. In fact, not only is it it happening right now, as I type these words, it’s enabling me to type these very words.

GeekBaby has started sleeping in his crib.

That’s right, he’s gone from requiring the human mattress (or worse, screaming for 30 minutes in the crib until he passed out from exhaustion) for his brief naps to sleeping with minimal fuss in his crib. And then, last week, it was like *that*, 5 minutes of half hearted fussing and rooting around in the crib, then he’s asleep. For a long time too, I’ve actually had to go in at the two hour point to check if he was still alive.

I don’t know what to do with myself when he takes a two hour nap. He has never taken a two hour nap before in all 8 months of his life. Right now I’m spending half my time rejoicing that he sleeps, and the other half fretting over him only going to sleep with his wee face pressed into the mattress/blanket/my old teddy bear.

Well, I figured out what I was going to do with my hour. I just squandered it watching the last half of the second episode of The Prisoner.


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