Here I Am

It has been a very long time since I was up regularly in the night.  Lately, Little Miss has been waking around 1am, screaming.  She seems fine and we have tried a variety of things to get some sleep (and comfort her too of course - we aren't that mean!) ;)

Although we go in to comfort her, she then won't fall back asleep if we leave the room.  As a result, I have slept on her floor more times than I care to in the last few weeks.  After spending approximately 6 hrs on the floor this week, I'd had enough.  Waking up feeling like I'd been run over by a mac truck does not feel nice.  The fact that I also had a cold (thanks hubby!) didn't help.  Little Miss has a convertible crib, so the side comes off and we put a small bed rail on it.  It works for her, and while I can (and have) sleep in it with her, it's very small, and I constantly fear falling through.  I can picture the headlines

Toddler Injured by Mother Falling Through Crib!

We've tried to bring her into bed with us but she's never been one to sleep with us.  Even as a wee baby she just wouldn't sleep.  She lays there and babbles, and pokes us, and kicks us and sings, and screeches.  Ultimately she would fall asleep I am sure, but it takes more time than we can afford when we both work.

I had my DS (dear son) bring up a futon mattress, but although it's quite compact on the actual futon, it was giant on her floor, and it would drive us insane to be stepping on it constantly.  Hubby also thinks a mattress on the floor makes us white trash...I prefer to look at it as luxury indoor camping - fun and if you drink too much you don't have far to fall!

Finally, we brought her playpen up and set it up in our room as an emergency, 1am back up.  Two nights ago we used it - she slept a bit but still not enough in my opinion, as she fussed every so often and needed reassurance that we were there.

Last night, (tonight?  It's almost 3 am, for what it's worth) she seems to be sleeping well so far (knock knock on my coffee table just in case) and wouldn't you know my lovely teenaged-going-on-28 year old woke me prowling around at midnight.  Lately he seems to think that the world is his oyster, and he is waiting for the pearl to drop in his lap and afford him a life of luxury.  I won't get into the number of things he's been asked repeatedly to do this summer - small things that will impact him directly and positively - but I will say that I am appalled at the lazy, slacker attitude.  It might be too little too late but starting tomorrow (today?) there's a new sherriff in town.  I think I just spelled sherriff like the company that makes lemon pie filling.  I could eat a bowl of lemon pie filling with a spoon...and whipped cream.

So, to recap - baby is sleeping, teenager is lazy (but also sleeping now), I crave lemon pie, and I am wide awake at 3 am (since midnight).  Hoo boy tomorrow will be loooong!

Gabby Girl!

Little Miss is suddenly a gabby girl these days.  She seems to pick up words at lightning speed and it means the hubster and I really must watch our mouths!

Her new favourite word is "sit"...and no it does not mean 'to sit down'.  It is the word she uses right after "Oh No!" and right after "Uh Oh!" when something goes wrong, like her stuffies falling over or spilling the entire bowl of dog water while trying to sponge bathe in it.  Yep.  Our sitter goes on holidays for two weeks and we bring her back a sailor.  Then again, we can't take all the credit blame.

She spent a couple of days with her nanny and pop last week.  When I went to pick her up, nanny asked "Jilly, what does Poppa say?"  Jilly didn't respond.  Nanny tries again..."Jilly does Poppa say 'holy...'?"   Right away my sweet girl shouts "HOLY SIT"

According to Nanny, Poppa had been saying Holy Smokes.  Yeah right Nanny.  Apparently Poppa really was only saying Holy Smokes but when Jilly was trying to poop, Poppa asked "What are you doing?" to which she replied "Holy Sit!"  Yup.  I'm so proud.

I guess we can't be too upset, since a good friend of ours is determined to teach her the Cape Breton way of speaking...I suspect she'll be expelled from daycare if she picks that up!

I'm Back!

Once Again it's Been Awhile!

I probably don't have anyone who pops in here anymore, but I figured I'd write anyways!  It's been quite some time since i was here regularly, and I've been thinking about getting back into the swing of things, so here goes.

It's been a busy few months, with Little Miss learning to walk (finally!) three days before her 18 month 'birthday'.  This is important, because the doctor had told us she wanted to see her walking at least a bit by then.  One day she just decided it was easier to get around on two feet, and off she went.  She's 22 months now, and although she is quite steady most of the time, she gets wobbly sometimes too.  I suspect that'll go away the longer she walks, and she didn't get the headstart that some early walkers get.

The upside to starting to walk late is that she actually knew how to traverse stairs long before she walked, so we have not really had much of a need for baby gates (although we do use them for the dogs sometimes, but that's another post).  Overall she likes to be near us, so rarely would try to go up or down without us there, but the fact that she can do so safely is very reassuring.

She also likes to 'help'.  Helping means following mommy and pulling out anything mommy has put away, so that mommy won't get bored and will always have something to do.  Here is a pic of her helping

That strange face is her "cheeeeeeese" face.  You can see that she has pulled out pretty much every plastic container we own, and is organizing them on the floor for me.  Clearly she knows that when I need a container, it's so much easier to grab one from the floor rather than search in a drawer.  What a good girl!

Cheers!