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If I thought the beginning of the week was challenging, phew…the rest of the week has gone…well, NOT according to plan.
Josh and I are completely perplexed at Claire’s sudden anxiety about being in her own room. Tuesday night she screamed from 7:30-9pm and would not stay in bed, kept begging for us to stay with her, sing to her, read to her, pray for her. Then at 4:00 a.m. she burst into our room, climbed into bed and started ordering us around. “Mommy, pee youuuuu! Smell my feet.” “daddy, shower!” Josh got her to go back to bed (not without protest) until 5:15/5:30 ish. Despite the lack of sleep, she was a lovely person on her birthday.
Wednesday night we had a lovely evening (except for the part where Josh’s truck broke down). Josh ended up skipping class and joining us for Claire’s pizza birthday dinner and a walk around the neighborhood. She went down for bed more like normal. Josh and I went to bed and were relishing the blissful evening we had…it felt like I had just gone to sleep and BAM…Claire bursts out of her room crying and carrying on. Josh put her back to bed only for her to get up again. We took turns (attempting to channel super nanny) putting her back to bed. When it became clear she was set on not staying in her bed or her room (and after she woke up Conor) up went the baby gate. It broke our hearts to listen to her cries/screams from the next room but we felt we needed to draw a line. We were settling in bed (had just got Conor back to sleep) when we hear crash, bang, and boom. She pulled over her little kitchen, knocked over her picture frame and busted down the baby gate…so much for the baby gate. **sigh*** By 1am Josh convinced her that she needed to stay in her own room. I think we were both asleep again by 2am. 4:30am…Claire is up again. Josh got her back to bed but she was up again by 6am….6 I can deal with, 4:30 I cannot.
Thursday night, she goes down for sleep ok. We brought out my night light from when I was a kid. We tell Claire its an Angel night light, Angels live in heaven with Jesus. So she calls it her Jesus light. But like clockwork, the bell tolls 11:30 p.m. and Claire starts up again. Fortunately it only takes about 40 minutes of leading her back to bed to get her to stay there. 6:08 a.m. there is her bright and shining face.
Its 9:09 on Friday night and I am praying that whatever is tormenting her leaves her at peace tonight but who knows. My poor baby!
In other news, enjoy some photos of the kids this past week. While troubled at night, Claire has become more and more in touch with her goofy side during the day.
trying on Josh’s shirt.
little sibling love
Coloring “together”
Our little outside man, this little guys LOVES being outside. He’s completely content in his bouncer for a good half our if he’s outside, not so anywhere else.
Go GIANTS!
hanging out with Dad.
blowing bubbles
Somebody is looking like his dad!
Hanging with Meme and Pop Pop on a beautiful birthday evening! I think this was just before Claire and Meme went running through the sprinklers.
A happy little boy in his bumbo.
Conor had a great three day snoozing streak: 9:30 – 3:30, 9:00-4:23, 8:55-5:01…I really thought we were on a roll – it stopped as abruptly as it started. After a night of sort of attempting to get him to sleep in his own bed (fatigue has a way of really stumping my willpower) I was up, showered and ready to tackle the day. Mondays are hard for Claire. She gets to spend a lot more time with daddy on the weekends so when Monday dawns and he’s kiss kiss, share a little cereal together, hug and out the door, it leaves her a bit discombobulated. As aware of this as I am, I press on in one of my personal goals: physical activity. We throw on some clothes grab a couple stroller friendly snacks and head off to the state park for a walk. Claire is also going through this pacifier thing, I really don’t think its necessarily correlated to Conor’s pacifier. She all of a sudden wants her pacifier a lot and takes breaks throughout the day to retreat to her bed to have her pacifiers (the only place she is allowed to have them). So if we’re in the car “PASSY”, if we’re in the stroller “PASSY!” You get the idea. We began one of these rants on our way to the park to walk and it escalated to a full blown screaming fit. Anyway, after a few different attempts at distraction and having people walking by sypathetically nodding or scowling in frustration (like “can’t that woman get a hold of her child!”) we found that singing stopped the screaming. So, yes I’m that lady that sings while she walks. We sang “Candle on the Water” and the bar song from Pete’s Dragon, we sang the Nanny song from Mary Poppins…I’ve got to introduce her to more musicals so we can expand our repetoire.
Once home it was changing clothes for everybody, Conor had blown out, Claire had residule snackness on her clothes and I stank of old spit up (happens to me a lot these days). As our luck would have it, our washing machine is broken – again – for the fourth day in a row after two service calls from Sears and another one scheduled for tomorrow. My conversation this morning with customer service was something to the effect, “I’ve got two kids under two, this is my FAVORITE appliance. It HAS to be working.”
I did make a successful batch of blueberry-lemon muffins from “Deceptively Delicious”, a cook book which is quickly winning me over. These muffins have squash puree and flaxseed in them and only a 1/2 cup of sugar for the whole batch. It was then off to Target for assorted sundry items. Thankfully the trip was relatively tantrum free and Conor seemed to be in a good mood once he was fed (amazing how that works.)
It was naptime for all once we returned home (well, not me, I had a kitchen to clean up and house to pick up). It took a bit more effort than normal to get Claire to sleep and Conor seemed to skip the message altogether. He preferred the spit up all over you and blow out my diaper time instead (thanks little man!). So it was a change of clothes for us both once again…did I mention my washer is broken?
Little man and I opted to pass naptime making lemonade instead. Josh recently pruned my grandma’s lemon tree and came home with a TON of lemons.
My handsome kitchen assistant.
I think my first attempt at homemade lemonade went pretty well.
All this time I’m wondering how my son is not sleepy, he’s only dozed 15 or so minutes like three times today…After blowout #2 I wrap him in a blanket, two minutes later he’s dozing peacefully in the bouncer (why didn’t I think of the swaddle before?). And here I am writing about my day and very thankful for my two challenging and wonderful sleeping cherubs.
