January 7, 2008
I just need to post this so I have some written proof: my son has slept past 7 am for SEVEN DAYS IN A ROW.
And not only that: we’ve been sleep training again, since after travelling and illness and all sorts of disruptions it was not going so well. The plan was eventually to break the 4:30 bottle habit, but after a few days he broke it all by his lonesome. The first time he did it – slept from 8 pm until past 7 – we got up to check on his breathing three times between 6 and 7:15.
Halle-frickin’-lujah. This is a thing of true beauty. We are both new women. And he is one smiley boy.
Also, as an aside: I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, but apparently I need a resolution to post the damn New Year’s post already. It’s mostly written, really. It will be up before, um, February. I promise.
January 2, 2008
After a full 17 months of trying unsuccessfully to get Roo to call me Ima, the Hebrew word for Mom, we spend 3 days with a friend and her almost-2-year-old and he decides that I’m Mommy.
He’s being saying Mama for a month or so, and we weren’t sure if he was calling us both Mama, or if he meant NSG and it was another symptoms of the recent Mamas. Not only is he now saying Mommy, he’s clearly differentiating us by name. This morning he slept till 7:15 (please pause while the angels sing a hallelujah chorus) and then called for Mommy and waved when I walked in. Oh, the cuteness.
So do I just go with it, or keep working on Ima?
Anyway, Happy New Year. The obligatory New Year’s Day post is coming.
November 28, 2007
Also known as hog heaven. I’ve never seen such filthy – or such giggly – babies.
November 19, 2007
Sunday afternoon: we’re in the drugstore.
Roo picks up a bottle of hair oil from the shelf and starts to walk away with it. He’s freakishly talented at unscrewing bottle tops, so I reach down and take it from him, offering him some hairbands as an alternative.
Instead of taking them, he falls immediately and with great drama to the shlocky drug store carpet, face down, screaming, kicking his legs, and pounding his fists on the floor.
We did the only thing you would expect of empathetic, patient parents:
We died laughing.
October 31, 2007
Halloween at the tot lot. Picture 4 zillion toddlers in costume hopped up on sugar. May. Hem. Really friggin’ cute, though.
I’m thinking about doing NaBloPoMo again this year. I’m thinking this might be a good way to get back into taking pictures, too. Don’t hold me to it, though.