Derek is trying to skip, and Tyler's nearly sitting up.
Last night, Tyler went to bed at 9, was up at 2 and 5:45. Not too shabby at all!
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Who is this for?
Yesterday I found out that today is Back to the 50's dress at school. I was pretty excited about it. Well, last night on the way to Tyler's chiro appt, I told Gavin about it in the car. (The boys love to come along to play with their toys.)
I told him that he got to dress up as Back to the 50's and he said, "I don't know what that is."
I did go on to explain, and he was interested in what things were like when Gma was a girl, but somehow it really got me to thinking... just who is this theme for anyway?? These are all K-2nd graders. How many of them have been exposed to a great deal to anything from the 50's? I remember listening to the music in my later elementary days, but surely not as a Kindergartener.
Given the choice of hair gel or not this morning, he opted for no hair gel. He is wearing a white t-shirt and black pants, both of which are rolled. I could have had him tuck in the shirt, but that would have only lasted to the first bathroom break, so I didn't bother.
I told him that he got to dress up as Back to the 50's and he said, "I don't know what that is."
I did go on to explain, and he was interested in what things were like when Gma was a girl, but somehow it really got me to thinking... just who is this theme for anyway?? These are all K-2nd graders. How many of them have been exposed to a great deal to anything from the 50's? I remember listening to the music in my later elementary days, but surely not as a Kindergartener.
Given the choice of hair gel or not this morning, he opted for no hair gel. He is wearing a white t-shirt and black pants, both of which are rolled. I could have had him tuck in the shirt, but that would have only lasted to the first bathroom break, so I didn't bother.
Monday, April 19, 2010
Something to which I previously objected
Every once in a while I find myself being handed my former beliefs with a side of crow. I'm fairly black-and-white when it comes to many issues, so can easily find myself on the wrong side of gray.
One such thing, to which I previously objected, is co-sleeping. Prior to having kids myself, I was adament. No co-sleeping would happen in my house. I maintained this adamance through the birth of my first, and colicky son. Granted, in despiration I believe I may have tried to lay him in bed with me, but since he was crying anyway, him keeping me awake in bed seemed like salt in the wound, I suppose. No matter, my anti-co-sleeping stance remained intact.
Then my 2nd son was born. He loved to nurse, and hated pretty much every bottle he ever saw. He found a nifty solution to hating bottles, he'd eat the bare minimum while I was away at work, and tank-up while I was with him. A great plan, except that many of the hours we were together he and/or I should be asleep. It turns out that co-sleeping saved my sanity. He could happily sleep-nurse while I dozed. Getting him out of our bed was a bit of a hassle, though. Next month he'll be turning 4 and I cherish every snuggle that we shared co-sleeping.
So, when my crib-in-my-room 6mo awoke last night to nurse, I felt no guilt when I laid him right down in bed next to me and snuggled in. Sure, I could have sat up in bed and fed him as usual, then promptly returned him to his crib, but last night, I banked a few slumbing snuggles as I know all to well how quickly time passes, and how soon it'll seem that he'll be turning 4 himself.
How I can love something to which I had previously objected I'll never know.
One such thing, to which I previously objected, is co-sleeping. Prior to having kids myself, I was adament. No co-sleeping would happen in my house. I maintained this adamance through the birth of my first, and colicky son. Granted, in despiration I believe I may have tried to lay him in bed with me, but since he was crying anyway, him keeping me awake in bed seemed like salt in the wound, I suppose. No matter, my anti-co-sleeping stance remained intact.
Then my 2nd son was born. He loved to nurse, and hated pretty much every bottle he ever saw. He found a nifty solution to hating bottles, he'd eat the bare minimum while I was away at work, and tank-up while I was with him. A great plan, except that many of the hours we were together he and/or I should be asleep. It turns out that co-sleeping saved my sanity. He could happily sleep-nurse while I dozed. Getting him out of our bed was a bit of a hassle, though. Next month he'll be turning 4 and I cherish every snuggle that we shared co-sleeping.
So, when my crib-in-my-room 6mo awoke last night to nurse, I felt no guilt when I laid him right down in bed next to me and snuggled in. Sure, I could have sat up in bed and fed him as usual, then promptly returned him to his crib, but last night, I banked a few slumbing snuggles as I know all to well how quickly time passes, and how soon it'll seem that he'll be turning 4 himself.
How I can love something to which I had previously objected I'll never know.
Friday, April 09, 2010
My "Sweetness" is 6mos old today
I don't know why, but for some reason, I call my youngest "sweetness". Anyway, he's 6months old today. Such a big boy already (although not big in comparison to other kids his age, just getting older faster than I can seeminly take in).
He's my last, so I'm making extra sure to drink in every last drop of baby time with him. He's my sweetness, but as he grows, I'm finding some things bittersweet.
He's my last, so I'm making extra sure to drink in every last drop of baby time with him. He's my sweetness, but as he grows, I'm finding some things bittersweet.
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