My kids are good at many things (of course I think so; I am their mom), but one thing they are really good at is puking in the car. They have perfected the talent or the ironic capability to time this puking so that it occurs only in one of three situations: on the way to work (or church) when we are running late, on the way to a function requiring dress clothes, and on the way home in 5:00 traffic. Today, it was the latter. Bonus points to Keeton who also successfully covered his new wool peacoat in the remains of his lunch. Ella loses points for waiting until we walked in the house and then covering her new velvet coat in the same, said lunch.
And what is with the car seat companies who make these seats where the straps and buckles don't come out?! I'm freakin sitting on the floor in the garage in my work clothes in 20 degree weather attempting to pry the screws (8 of them, to be exact) out of the back of the pentagon secured back cover of this seat and then finally, after I've removed them, I remember from the last puking in the car incident--oh yeah...straps don't come out...crap, that will be about another month before I can drive without the sun roof open...
Oh-did I mention Jeff is working late tonight? So, I get all the coats (washable, thank God), the clothes, the car seat cover all in the wash and Ella has stopped crying and then both kids tell me they are starving. Yeah--I am NOT...wonder why. Do we have any bread, saltines, Cheerios or Sprite...nope, of course not. Pancakes it is...at least I figure if they come up I can handle that better than other options (mac and cheese, hotdogs).
I get dinner started and Keeton is crawling all over the brand new sofa in the family room. I know I am mean, but I haven't had nice, new furniture (that doesn't come in a box) in Keeton and Ella's combined years, so I get a bit possessive and we set up camp on the floor with sleeping bags and prepare for a long night...
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Monday, December 1, 2008
Christmas tears…I mean, trees
As you recall, Jeff took great pleasure in torturing Keeton with the monkey mask prior to Halloween. Now that we've moved on to another holiday, it's apparently time to find a new way to incite tears.
Per tradition, we set out early Black Friday morning to shop for a Christmas tree (yeah, everyone else was shopping for electronics). This year we were prepared--we knew the height of tree we wanted, the diameter, and even remembered rope to tie it to the top of the SUV. In fact, our preparation made for a quick in-and-out selection at the tree lot (no--we don't cut down our own trees). Of course, with Keeton and Ella running around hundreds of trees precariously perched against walls we sort of felt the pressure to be efficient. After selecting our tree, Jeff and a tree lot employee tied it to the top of the car (that's why we go to this particular lot--they help tie the tree).
I have to preface the rest of this by saying that our kids are kind of used to things not going quite as planned when it comes to large items tied to the car. For example, in April we ran to Menards (roughly a mile from our house) and bought a twin mattress for Keeton. We had no sooner left the parking lot (where they refuse to help you tie anything down) then the mattress went flying off the roof of the car, skidding solidly behind us in the road. We made it home that day, about 1 1/2 hours later (remember-1 mile) and I'm pretty sure that my hands were permanently cramped for several days from holding the mattress down through the open windows.
So, here we are--another opportunity to demonstrate our prowess of tie-downs. As we set off I anxiously watched through the moon roof for any sign of tree shifting--so did the kids. At first, Ella seemed humored by proclaiming the tree was falling. Then Jeff said that if the tree fell we were in trouble because we'd have to stop and get it. Hmm...food for thought. As we crossed the bridge over the river he pointed out that if the tree fell now we'd loose it forever in the river...silence...then huge, sobbing, cries from the back seat. I looked back to see Keeton's mouth twisted into a painfully sad shape with fat tears sliding down his face--I'm pretty sure I've never seen him look that sad. "No, tree...my tree" he was wailing, as if the tree and he had been best buds forever. I have to admit--Jeff and I started laughing--and then we saw Ella, also sobbing, her little nose and eyes all red.
Is it awful that we found such humor in this scene? Of course we allayed their fears of the tree becoming barge kindle and we made it home just fine. I am sure hoping they don't think this thing is going to be around past January 1st. We may be the first people to ever have to get a rebound tree...maybe a silk version?
Per tradition, we set out early Black Friday morning to shop for a Christmas tree (yeah, everyone else was shopping for electronics). This year we were prepared--we knew the height of tree we wanted, the diameter, and even remembered rope to tie it to the top of the SUV. In fact, our preparation made for a quick in-and-out selection at the tree lot (no--we don't cut down our own trees). Of course, with Keeton and Ella running around hundreds of trees precariously perched against walls we sort of felt the pressure to be efficient. After selecting our tree, Jeff and a tree lot employee tied it to the top of the car (that's why we go to this particular lot--they help tie the tree).
I have to preface the rest of this by saying that our kids are kind of used to things not going quite as planned when it comes to large items tied to the car. For example, in April we ran to Menards (roughly a mile from our house) and bought a twin mattress for Keeton. We had no sooner left the parking lot (where they refuse to help you tie anything down) then the mattress went flying off the roof of the car, skidding solidly behind us in the road. We made it home that day, about 1 1/2 hours later (remember-1 mile) and I'm pretty sure that my hands were permanently cramped for several days from holding the mattress down through the open windows.
So, here we are--another opportunity to demonstrate our prowess of tie-downs. As we set off I anxiously watched through the moon roof for any sign of tree shifting--so did the kids. At first, Ella seemed humored by proclaiming the tree was falling. Then Jeff said that if the tree fell we were in trouble because we'd have to stop and get it. Hmm...food for thought. As we crossed the bridge over the river he pointed out that if the tree fell now we'd loose it forever in the river...silence...then huge, sobbing, cries from the back seat. I looked back to see Keeton's mouth twisted into a painfully sad shape with fat tears sliding down his face--I'm pretty sure I've never seen him look that sad. "No, tree...my tree" he was wailing, as if the tree and he had been best buds forever. I have to admit--Jeff and I started laughing--and then we saw Ella, also sobbing, her little nose and eyes all red.
Is it awful that we found such humor in this scene? Of course we allayed their fears of the tree becoming barge kindle and we made it home just fine. I am sure hoping they don't think this thing is going to be around past January 1st. We may be the first people to ever have to get a rebound tree...maybe a silk version?
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Halloween
Today is the day after Halloween--a thankless holiday on the account of its temptation to eat candy to the point of being gluttonous and to keep my kids so high on refined sugar and chemical preservatives that I need to eat more candy and drink more wine. A vicious cycle--
This year our neighborhood has filled in quite a lot. We've added several streets and many houses, most of the houses occupied by a few kids who like my own, couldn't wait to go collecting all the candy they could stuff in orange bags with jack-o-lantern faces. We started gearing up for Halloween about a month ago, knowing we'd see an influx in trick-or-treaters and that we'd probably be planning some sort of get-together with the neighbors--a kind of
First on the list was to find costumes. I've definitely spent too much on costumes in past years--and in the spirit of this year's economy being in the toilet, I was delighted and secretly proud to have FREE costumes fall into my lap. While at my aunt's house, the kids came upstairs with paper monkey masks on--a freebie from the movie theater promoting some monkey movie. They were surprisingly realistic and actually pretty funny, so I decided that with the help of brown sweatsuits, we'd be in business for Halloween. I found the brown outfits without too much trouble, and told everyone who asked that we were going "cheap" this year--none of those $50 costumes for us!
That all changed when Jeff started tormenting Keeton with the monkey mask. Even a cute, smiley monkey face can become scary and demonic when it is used to wake you up from a peaceful sleep...aka, Jeff's form of child abuse. He wouldn't claim it as such, of course--he thought it was hilarious, every time he did it, every morning. Keeton, on the other hand, cried and covered his face with his hands (Home Alone fashion, except over his eyes). So, no monkey for Halloween--Keeton wouldn't even come near the mask which found it's new home in our coffee cabinet, mom's domain.
When the kids got an invite to a costume party I knew I couldn't send Ella in her monkey get-up and Keeton in a brown sweatshirt. What could I claim he was? I entertained the UPS man for a few minutes and then at 10:30 p.m. conceded to having to purchase costumes. Finally, I settled on bumble bees--a yellow tunic top striped black for Keeton complete with stuffed-felt wings and a tie on hat, and a tu-tu like dress in yellow and black for Ella. There. Done. No more guilt.
So, the kids fared well at the party, except for anytime anyone with any type of mask came in eye-range of Keeton. Assume the pose--hands up and over eyes. Cry--run for an adult--any adult.
Halloween night arrived and I was exhausted before it began--I knew we didn't have enough candy the second I saw the first mob of Hannah Montanna's and Keeton was already anxiously eyeing anyone who appeared to be wearing a mask. All in all, it went well though--and guess what Keeton put on this morning? Yep, the monkey mask. . .
This year our neighborhood has filled in quite a lot. We've added several streets and many houses, most of the houses occupied by a few kids who like my own, couldn't wait to go collecting all the candy they could stuff in orange bags with jack-o-lantern faces. We started gearing up for Halloween about a month ago, knowing we'd see an influx in trick-or-treaters and that we'd probably be planning some sort of get-together with the neighbors--a kind of
First on the list was to find costumes. I've definitely spent too much on costumes in past years--and in the spirit of this year's economy being in the toilet, I was delighted and secretly proud to have FREE costumes fall into my lap. While at my aunt's house, the kids came upstairs with paper monkey masks on--a freebie from the movie theater promoting some monkey movie. They were surprisingly realistic and actually pretty funny, so I decided that with the help of brown sweatsuits, we'd be in business for Halloween. I found the brown outfits without too much trouble, and told everyone who asked that we were going "cheap" this year--none of those $50 costumes for us!
That all changed when Jeff started tormenting Keeton with the monkey mask. Even a cute, smiley monkey face can become scary and demonic when it is used to wake you up from a peaceful sleep...aka, Jeff's form of child abuse. He wouldn't claim it as such, of course--he thought it was hilarious, every time he did it, every morning. Keeton, on the other hand, cried and covered his face with his hands (Home Alone fashion, except over his eyes). So, no monkey for Halloween--Keeton wouldn't even come near the mask which found it's new home in our coffee cabinet, mom's domain.
When the kids got an invite to a costume party I knew I couldn't send Ella in her monkey get-up and Keeton in a brown sweatshirt. What could I claim he was? I entertained the UPS man for a few minutes and then at 10:30 p.m. conceded to having to purchase costumes. Finally, I settled on bumble bees--a yellow tunic top striped black for Keeton complete with stuffed-felt wings and a tie on hat, and a tu-tu like dress in yellow and black for Ella. There. Done. No more guilt.
So, the kids fared well at the party, except for anytime anyone with any type of mask came in eye-range of Keeton. Assume the pose--hands up and over eyes. Cry--run for an adult--any adult.
Halloween night arrived and I was exhausted before it began--I knew we didn't have enough candy the second I saw the first mob of Hannah Montanna's and Keeton was already anxiously eyeing anyone who appeared to be wearing a mask. All in all, it went well though--and guess what Keeton put on this morning? Yep, the monkey mask. . .
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Just froggy
Today was one of those crazy, hectic days where nothing goes as planned. When Jeff and I left for work today our one goal was to not leave the house after we got home in order to try and conquer the pile of dishes, the pile of laundry, the pile of toys in the middle of the family room floor, and the piles of dog poop in the back yard. Unfortunately, Jeff got called into work tonight, so it is 8:39 and I just got the kids to bed which means there are still many piles to be dealt with. I did, however, get to that last pile on the list--actually that would be plural piles. So, while I was scooping away in the backyard the kids were being even worse than the dogs about staying in the yard (the static collars work great for the dogs...I believe they would be illegal for toddlers, however). At some point as I was hunched over the shovel, plastic baggie at my side, I noticed what I thought was a hunk of dog business, so I looked closer and the "poop" moved; that was no poop, it was a little brown frog! Our whole neighborhood is infested with these frogs. They live in the window wells and are apparently also free roaming in woodchips. The kids have been on a mission to catch one, so feeling bad that I had been snappy since I picked them up from daycare, I played cool mom and caught the frog in Ella's bug lamp (which I caught a butterfly in for Keeton just two days ago...I am getting good!). Of course, Ella and Keeton were just giddy over the capture and named him Kermit, on the suggestion of our lucky neighbor who arrived home just in time to meet the new "pet". Kermit was released by Ella before bedtime, because I told her he'd be sad in a bug light with no other froggy friends (and I promised to catch her another one soon). 
Friday, August 22, 2008
A rough(ed up) day for the boys
Keeton had a rough day today. It started with him waking up and climbing into bed with us (that isn't all too unusual). Somewhere around 5 he woke up crying, flinging himself all over the place. I know the time because I looked at the clock annoyed (I feel bad about that, now) thinking that I only had one more hour before my alarm went off. So, around 5:45 he starting screaming and holding his left ear...anyone who has kids knows why...
So, we were up at that point. Jeff took him downstairs to rest on the couch while I got ready for work. Jeff ended up being the lucky guy to tote both kids to the ped's office since I had a meeting in the afternoon. We both knew Keeton had an ear infection, but when Jeff called to say his eardrum had actually burst (he had fluid coming out of his ear), I felt like the crappiest mom ever...
Not only that, but some bully-two year old literally mauled Keeton while Jeff was signing him in at the doctor's office--he has scratches all down his face, and just barely missed Keeton's eye. I asked Jeff how that could possibly have happened and he said the kid was there with many other siblings--too many for mom to watch effectively and was essentially picking on any kid within his range of motion. I guess he punched a kid right after he scratched Keeton.
So, Keeton got antibiotics and a baggie full of Neosporin for his face. Jeff got a dinged car door--yep, leaving the office, a girl got out of the car next to Jeff and whacked her car door into Jeff's car. He was mad and once in his car, rolled down his window to point out to the girl's mom (who apparently "hid" in her car pretending she didn't see anything) what had happened. Getting no response, he drove off...
Not a good day for either of the guys, and I have to admit the whole thing left me with the question of why parents don't own up to their kid's behavior and at least get them to apologize for their actions, rather than acting as if they are completely in another world.
So, we were up at that point. Jeff took him downstairs to rest on the couch while I got ready for work. Jeff ended up being the lucky guy to tote both kids to the ped's office since I had a meeting in the afternoon. We both knew Keeton had an ear infection, but when Jeff called to say his eardrum had actually burst (he had fluid coming out of his ear), I felt like the crappiest mom ever...
Not only that, but some bully-two year old literally mauled Keeton while Jeff was signing him in at the doctor's office--he has scratches all down his face, and just barely missed Keeton's eye. I asked Jeff how that could possibly have happened and he said the kid was there with many other siblings--too many for mom to watch effectively and was essentially picking on any kid within his range of motion. I guess he punched a kid right after he scratched Keeton.
So, Keeton got antibiotics and a baggie full of Neosporin for his face. Jeff got a dinged car door--yep, leaving the office, a girl got out of the car next to Jeff and whacked her car door into Jeff's car. He was mad and once in his car, rolled down his window to point out to the girl's mom (who apparently "hid" in her car pretending she didn't see anything) what had happened. Getting no response, he drove off...
Not a good day for either of the guys, and I have to admit the whole thing left me with the question of why parents don't own up to their kid's behavior and at least get them to apologize for their actions, rather than acting as if they are completely in another world.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Buying “anything” takes a long time
Tonight we had to make a trip to Kohl's to spend a gift card that was due to expire Saturday. Lately, taking Keeton anywhere is a monumental pain in the. . .
So, we are always so excited to go somewhere with him--especially in the evening, after a full day of daycare, a full day of work for us, after pulling him kicking and screaming from the swingset where he had no intention of leaving and putting him in the car to go to a store where we just need to buy "something", "anything". In otherwords, there is no plan and we try to never go anywhere without a plan, mainly because plans are much faster, in and out situations.
So, we get to Kohls' and Keeton is in high spirits--ready to dash across the crowded parking lot; who cares about cars? I am already seething by the time we get to the doors, but figure I might be okay--Kohl's has those shopping cart/stroller combo-deals and they have seatbelts!
Amazingly, both kids want to get into a cart, so off we go. They were completely entertained as Jeff and I pushed them down the aisles--laughing and screeching (but happy screeches, so those aren't a battle I fight). This lasted until we reached the toddler department (approximately 4 minutes).
Now we are shopping like the contestants on the old tv show "Shop till You Drop"--as though there is some timer ready to go off in 70 seconds, signaling us as the losers--consilation prize is two cranky toddlers. Jeff took Keeton to the toy section so that Ella and I could find the "something", "anything" quickly. After settling on a dress for church, we made our way to the toys, then to the shoes, then to women's...still no Jeff, no Keeton.
Eventually, I hear them coming (Keeton, anyway). I think we are leaving and Jeff sees the dress. He makes no comment; he doesn't like it...it is too "long" (huh? remember that when she is 16). So, dilemma--buy the too-long dress or go back to battlefield, with the timebomb (Keeton) in tow. I suggest we scrap the buy "anything" plan and get the kids underwear--Ella needed some and Keeton might one day decide he doesn't like diapers.
After 10 minutes trying to locate the kids' "underwear with characters on them" section, complete with Jeff's annoyed comments about the layout of the store, we are once again off to the check-out. Check-outs are my nightmare. If hell is a place of one's biggest annoyances, it might be checkouts where I am trying to contain multitudes of whining toddlers. Keeton and Ella plop their underwear selections (Diego and Minnie Mouse, respectively) on the counter, Keeton runs down a few aisles (Jeff takes chase), Keeton tries out a few straws on some coffe-like travel mugs (this is why you are supposed to wash things first--toddlers slobber on them in checkout lanes), and we finally pay and leave. And yes, I did stop him on all the above activities...
In the car I sigh a relieved breath and realize it only took us and hour and a half to buy "anything", not bad. Looking back to the kids, Ella has opened her underwear and has one pair on her head--"Look! I have underwear on my head!" Of course, Keeton does the same, but he just plops a pair on top of his head--no intricate fitting of leg-band elastic over the ears like Ella has done.
Jeff and I laugh and Ella, annouces, "I am a booty-head!" Then, "No, I'm a butt face!"
Hmm, maybe we shouldn't egg her on...this could come back to bite us in the proverbial booty...kindergarden is one year away, but the kid has a scary memory. I can only imagine the teacher phone call on that one...
So, we are always so excited to go somewhere with him--especially in the evening, after a full day of daycare, a full day of work for us, after pulling him kicking and screaming from the swingset where he had no intention of leaving and putting him in the car to go to a store where we just need to buy "something", "anything". In otherwords, there is no plan and we try to never go anywhere without a plan, mainly because plans are much faster, in and out situations.
So, we get to Kohls' and Keeton is in high spirits--ready to dash across the crowded parking lot; who cares about cars? I am already seething by the time we get to the doors, but figure I might be okay--Kohl's has those shopping cart/stroller combo-deals and they have seatbelts!
Amazingly, both kids want to get into a cart, so off we go. They were completely entertained as Jeff and I pushed them down the aisles--laughing and screeching (but happy screeches, so those aren't a battle I fight). This lasted until we reached the toddler department (approximately 4 minutes).
Now we are shopping like the contestants on the old tv show "Shop till You Drop"--as though there is some timer ready to go off in 70 seconds, signaling us as the losers--consilation prize is two cranky toddlers. Jeff took Keeton to the toy section so that Ella and I could find the "something", "anything" quickly. After settling on a dress for church, we made our way to the toys, then to the shoes, then to women's...still no Jeff, no Keeton.
Eventually, I hear them coming (Keeton, anyway). I think we are leaving and Jeff sees the dress. He makes no comment; he doesn't like it...it is too "long" (huh? remember that when she is 16). So, dilemma--buy the too-long dress or go back to battlefield, with the timebomb (Keeton) in tow. I suggest we scrap the buy "anything" plan and get the kids underwear--Ella needed some and Keeton might one day decide he doesn't like diapers.
After 10 minutes trying to locate the kids' "underwear with characters on them" section, complete with Jeff's annoyed comments about the layout of the store, we are once again off to the check-out. Check-outs are my nightmare. If hell is a place of one's biggest annoyances, it might be checkouts where I am trying to contain multitudes of whining toddlers. Keeton and Ella plop their underwear selections (Diego and Minnie Mouse, respectively) on the counter, Keeton runs down a few aisles (Jeff takes chase), Keeton tries out a few straws on some coffe-like travel mugs (this is why you are supposed to wash things first--toddlers slobber on them in checkout lanes), and we finally pay and leave. And yes, I did stop him on all the above activities...
In the car I sigh a relieved breath and realize it only took us and hour and a half to buy "anything", not bad. Looking back to the kids, Ella has opened her underwear and has one pair on her head--"Look! I have underwear on my head!" Of course, Keeton does the same, but he just plops a pair on top of his head--no intricate fitting of leg-band elastic over the ears like Ella has done.
Jeff and I laugh and Ella, annouces, "I am a booty-head!" Then, "No, I'm a butt face!"
Hmm, maybe we shouldn't egg her on...this could come back to bite us in the proverbial booty...kindergarden is one year away, but the kid has a scary memory. I can only imagine the teacher phone call on that one...
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Quicky Updates
It has been a really busy summer…the kind where you aren’t even sure how you were busy, you just know you were. A quick update, since I haven’t posted in a while:
Keeton is finally talking more! I know it is hard to imagine, but I was kind of worried about it…I know, me worried. He at least says “Daddy” now, which just absolutely does one over on Jeff, which is why Keeton is currently snuggled up on the couch with Jeff at 11 pm. He came downstairs, totally ready with his cute-sleepy face and went right for “Daddi…”; It obviously worked!
Ella had fun staying with Keeton at Grandma and Papa’s house while Jeff and I were in Floriday last week. She told my mom that she missed us, but we were in her heart…seriously, where does the kid get this stuff from?!
The only other news is that we *might* be adding another addition to our family…
Nope, no babies, but maybe another four-legged fur-ball. We are considering adopting an English Setter from a rescue. I know, we might very well be crazy, but Jeff sort-of sold me on the idea, and I’m a firm believer that if it is meant to be it will pan out. So, if the good Lord wants us to take in this dog, then He will make the arrangements work. We shall see!
Okay, it is late, so I promise I won’t wait another 2 months to post!
Friday, April 11, 2008
A man of few words…
As you all know, Keeton doesn't talk much. He really doesn't need to with Ella. So, we've taken it upon ourselves to dress him in t-shirts that speak for him...
More to come!
More to come!
A week without Daddy…
Jeff has been out of town this whole week (feels like a whole year) and so I have been playing single-mom. Thankfully, people take pity on you when you look haggard enough and act like you are going out of your mind (I'm just kidding...kind of). Seriously, I've had a lot of help this week. I had to add, however, a comment Ella made to her pre-school teacher. Apparently, in the midst of doing something, probably completely unrelated to Daddy, Ella blurted out, "You won't see my daddy again." Just like that, matter-of-factly. Her teacher, of course, thinks something horrible has happened to Jeff (which, of course, nothing has...in fact no one should feel sorry for him and his mini-vacation). Kristi, our babysitter, had to explain that, no, he was fine and yes, we were still married--he was simply away for a week. Ella truly is a drama queen...not sure where she gets it from (no comments, please)!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Suckered
Keeton:
Keeton is into not sleeping...and he is really good at it. Every night Keeton goes to bed like a little angel, but I know better and he does too. We have this conversation every night:
Me: Night, night sweetheart. Now, you go to sleep and stay in your bed ALL night (and yes, I do this in a loving tone).
Keeton: Smiles and blows me a kiss...says nothing.
Me: Okay, I'll see you in the morning (aka 12 a.m.).
Keeton: Nothing, no promises on his part.
We both know that after about five peaceful hours, and just after I've entered REM, he will start screaching and shaking the rails of his crib. Seriously, for anyone that sleeps through an alarm clock...I've got to copyright this sound. I (or Jeff) will, as if on auto-pilot, drag ourselves from our warm bed to get him, put him in bed with us and then try to go back to sleep amidst Keeton's wild sleep patterns.
Alarm goes off at five, and the first word on my brain is "sucker". That would be for me, because once again I have failed in "just letting him cry" and go back to sleep. And frankly, I don't avoid him crying it out because it breaks my heart or makes me feel like less of a mom; I do it because I NEED SLEEP! So every morning I vow to not fall prey to the nightly bedtime visitor. I promise myself to stay strong, to just say no, to teach my son patience and self-soothing. And then...it is midnight, and I am SOOO tired...
Keeton is into not sleeping...and he is really good at it. Every night Keeton goes to bed like a little angel, but I know better and he does too. We have this conversation every night:
Me: Night, night sweetheart. Now, you go to sleep and stay in your bed ALL night (and yes, I do this in a loving tone).
Keeton: Smiles and blows me a kiss...says nothing.
Me: Okay, I'll see you in the morning (aka 12 a.m.).
Keeton: Nothing, no promises on his part.
We both know that after about five peaceful hours, and just after I've entered REM, he will start screaching and shaking the rails of his crib. Seriously, for anyone that sleeps through an alarm clock...I've got to copyright this sound. I (or Jeff) will, as if on auto-pilot, drag ourselves from our warm bed to get him, put him in bed with us and then try to go back to sleep amidst Keeton's wild sleep patterns.
Alarm goes off at five, and the first word on my brain is "sucker". That would be for me, because once again I have failed in "just letting him cry" and go back to sleep. And frankly, I don't avoid him crying it out because it breaks my heart or makes me feel like less of a mom; I do it because I NEED SLEEP! So every morning I vow to not fall prey to the nightly bedtime visitor. I promise myself to stay strong, to just say no, to teach my son patience and self-soothing. And then...it is midnight, and I am SOOO tired...
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