Friday, May 31, 2013
So instead of blogging, I'm going to follow in the tradition of the best lazy bloggers and just give you a link to something more interesting. While the sprog isn't even in daycare, (do know how much that costs?!) I was sort of looking forward to school. But then I read this wonderful piece on the end of the school year and, well, this is how I feel about my own job at the end of the academic year. I imagine it will be much the same when I'm supposed to be checking homework folders and all that other crap too.
I promise next post will be something more about my own parenting.
Thursday, January 3, 2013
On Christmas Eve we decided to record a Singing With Family video. Several people on Facebook had complained to me that Spouse was no longer doing his Singing with Daddy videos so this was to make up for it.
And then we did another
And finally, on Christmas day we had a TON of gifts from family for Violet to open. So many that we spaced opening out over a couple of days. She's still at an age where clothes are not a disappointment for her so she got several nice outfits. Here she is trying top open a gift of bath toys from us that I clearly wrapped too well.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
We got lucky with an infant. I'm well aware of this. I have a friend whose daughter spent three days crying and nothing they did would console her. We, on the other hand, had a little angel who's tears from teething were easily soothed with some Oragel or Tylenol (which she loved to take.) Everything was great! Until now.
Child has been getting a molar in, one of the more painful teeth to be sure. She also appears to have inherited my restless leg syndrome. On top of that, she no longer likes her cherry-flavoured acetaminophen. Oh, and she discovered high-pitched shrieking a while back. All of this has combined to form a perfect storm of bad sleep for all of us.
On Friday night she was so cranky that Spouse ran off to the guest room to sleep. I stayed with her, trying to comfort with nursing, massage and "please, please, please take the nice medicine!" She got to sleep at 4:30 in the morning. And as if that wasn't bad enough, she then woke up every hour with and ear-piercing scream, and then would instantly fall back asleep. We eventually got up around 9:30 but she was in great need of a nap later, and managed a couple of hours of slumber. I, on the other hand, didn't get down for a nap until the evening when the two of us went down for almost three hours of on/off sleep.
The general screaming, which I know is just a phase they all go through, is hell on Spouse. He's taken to having big earmumffy hearing protectors around and putting them on. My tactic is more along the lines of trying to find out why she is screaming, not that it helps much*. She screams when you don't pay attention to her, but mostly screams when she doesn't get her way. She is toddler: she is ID! If they didn't then do cute things, like cuddle up, thumb in mouth, or try to decorate the Christmas tree on her own, I don't think the human race would survive.
Here's a cute picture of her with chocolate on her face, helping me cut out gingerbread men. How could I deny that face anything!
*Really it's just that we have different ways of dealing with it. I'm not saying I'm somehow better for being able to ignore screaming.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
All in all I'd say she had a good day. There were some tears on her part, but also many smiles and fun. She also got to have cake! And I even let her have a lollypop! Here's a rundown of the things she consumed yesterday:
Breastmilk (at several times during the day)
Maple teething biscuit
Yeah, the nose blood part was no fun. She was knocked over by a slightly older child in the library and did a faceplant on the floor. Much screaming was involved. But there were two good naps during the day as well to counter any non-injury crankies.
Here's some gift opening. The outfit was a gift from Nana (my mom)
Thursday, September 27, 2012
She's also closer to saying "Daddy" than "Mummy." At least I'm the one she comes to for comfort (because I have the milk) when we're both there.