We moved the Peanut’s crib into the only room with an a/c unit today, which made us feel much better about letting him cry it out. Crying it out in a hot room = no bueno.
Unfortunately it appears he’s actually a monkey and climbed out of his crib in under 10 minutes. To say we were shocked is an understatement.
Tomorrow we’re shopping for a toddler bed, sigh.
The Chop’s youngest sister found out today that she’s expecting a girl! The Chop and I guessed it would be a boy, but this is even better.
I’m unduly excited to go shopping for girl clothes. :)
We decided to spend the fourth this year being lazy, which ended up being the best possible way to spend it. The Peanut has suddenly developed a fear of his bedroom/crib, which means naps are a no-go and getting him to bed at night now involves letting him fall asleep in our bedroom, or on the green bean, and then carrying him in there once he’s out.
At first we wondered if he was sick, or teething, or was having attachment issues, or was afraid of the dark… through the process of elimination, we’ve established it has something to do with his crib. He hates elevators, so perhaps it’s small spaces that are now bothering him? Who knows. It’s very sad and frankly a huge pain in the butt.
We got him a 90 minute nap today by driving to a grocery store that was 30 minutes away. Ridiculous, yes, but highly necessary.
My extremely pregnant friend Fee and I went to see Magic Mike tonight. It was… interesting. We laughed hysterically for the first hour – and I do mean hysterically – but the last part went dark, slightly Tarantino-esque and Pettyfer and Tatum don’t really have the chops for that. And honestly, I’d have preferred laughing hysterically throughout the entire movie.
On the plus side, Joe Manganiello? Wow. Yeah, hehe.
I read an obituary today about an amazing man.
Count Robert de La Rochefoucauld
Count Robert de La Rochefoucauld, who has died aged 88, escaped from Occupied France to join the Special Operations Executive (SOE); parachuted back on sabotage missions, he twice faced execution, only to escape on both occasions, once dressed as a Nazi guard.
My friend Fee is also pregnant – in fact it’s been her goal for months that I get pregnant as fast as possible – and while pregnancy doesn’t kick her ass, she’s 38 weeks and most definitely ready to get him out. She’s having a C-section next week, so the Chop and I are really looking forward to watching her and her husband deal with two kids, lol. Their older son is the Peanut’s age, and even though I have six months to go, it’ll be nice to see how he deals with a new baby.
I know the Peanut loves other kids, but will he love another kid who he has to share his parents with? Should be interesting.
When I was a kid, I distinctly remember wanting to sleep in on weekends. I also remember being dragged to my sister’s soccer games on Saturday mornings and church on Sundays, so while I desperately wanted to sleep in, I didn’t always get my wish.
For some reason I assumed that my kid would want to sleep in. Insane, I know. What was I thinking? There’s just SO MUCH to do before 8AM! Who needs sleep?!
I love one of the Peanut’s therapists – the feeding specialist (the one he has a crush on) – and I don’t love the other one. I don’t dislike her, I just don’t really like her. Is that weird? She, to me (and me only, the Chop would want me to add), just seems like she doesn’t really like her job. He claims I’m reading into things, particularly since she came at 845 this morning (!!!), but honestly, I don’t think so. I’m pretty good at cutting through people’s bullshit, and I just get a vibe off her.
The Chop’s youngest sister called this evening, loaded with baby questions. I embargoed a post about this back in March (and just realized I never published it). She’s a peach and we’re so excited that the Peanut gets a cousin near his age! Particularly since I’m not sure my sister is ever going to get crackin’ in that department.
June 28th, 2012aww, ok
The Peanut’s got “more” down – books, toys, games, food, etc., he says more when he wants more – which is fantastic.
Except he got one Yo Gabba Gabba episode this evening before bed and when it was over, he stood up, looked at me and asked for “more.” Unprompted.
So yeah, he’s watching a second episode now. I’m such a pushover.
June 27th, 2012more?
The Peanut had a date with his feeding therapist again today. I call it a date because he’s in love with her. He stood at the window saying “bye” for 10 minutes after she left, lol.
He’s progressed a lot – is eating new foods and trying out new words – but what shocked us the most is that he picked up saying “more” (sign language and the word) in the hour she was here. We’ve been working on it for a few weeks, but for some reason it all clicked today.
I love days like that. :)