1. My 6 month old has spent the last few weeks sleeping on...a pillow. I KNOW. A pillow. Scandalous, indeed. The SIDS police will surely have something to say about this. The boy couldn't breathe last week when his strep made him all congested so I propped him up on a (very flat) pillow. Homeboy has been peacefully sleeping ever since. (Do not assume "peacefully" and "through-the-night" are interchangeable here. Because they are so, so not. I mean "peacefully" in that the boy can breathe while he sleeps.) I'll probably remove the pillow and see if it makes a difference once I'm convinced the stuffiness is gone, but until then? Poor parenting up in here.
2. I think nap time is the most glorious time of day. Even better than just regular nap time? Simultaneous nap time. What's that, you ask? It's when all the stars align and both of my children nap at the exact same time. I'm not kidding, when I get to the bottom of the steps after successfully putting the second child in bed, angels sing a heavenly chorus of "Hallelujah!". There are few things more joyous in life. (Here's the part where you start to judge me because "Sarah, shouldn't spending time with your kids be the best part of your day?" and my response to that is: cool it. You come spend a day in my shoes and deal with the sass of my 2-year-old and the whining of my 6-month-old and then tell me you don't want 5 flipping minutes to yourself to eat a snack, pee, and watch a little Project Runway.)(No really, come spend a day in my shoes; then I can take a nap while you watch them.)
3. I'm pretty proud of how well I'm doing with this whole Boot Camp thing. Oh, you thought I had given that up? No sir, I haven't missed a Wednesday night yet. I've even thrown a few Saturday morning classes in there, too. I used to be sore until, like, the Tuesday after the Wednesday class, but I'm rarely sore anymore. And I finally feel strong enough to do all of the
4. There are 3 leftover pacifiers in the top drawer of Brooke's dresser (we had 8 identical pacifiers but she never saw more than 2 at one time) and I am soooo tempted to break one of those bad boys out, like, every other day. She has never been a sound sleeper; she wakes up once a night pretty much every night. She even cries out in the middle of her nap about half the time. It used to be so easy to coax her back to sleep: go in, turn on the seahorse, pop in the pacifier, and she's out. Now? Well, it's such a struggle. And her cries are loud enough that they wake up her brother, which is quite frustrating. I won't actually ruin the whole pappy-free thing, but boy am I tempted...
5. I compare my kids. Poor Joe. He's got some big shoes to fill. His sister did (& mostly still does) everything ahead of the game, so I'm expecting him to be able to do some of the same. And he's just not. And having this blog to use as a reference is not helping his case, either. By 6.5 months, Brooke was army crawling and pulling herself up on things and rolling all the way across the room. Joe is not really into any of that, and I unintentionally judge him for it. (Hey, these are confessions. I didn't say I was proud of myself for it.) He'll roll a little bit, but it's more like he just falls over. And he scoots himself backwards, but only if he's angry that he's on his belly. I know, I know, "every child is different". But that's a very difficult concept for my head to grasp. Until it does, I'll try not to think of these things as shortcomings and instead use them as what we need to work on with him. (That sounds terrible. Who judges their 6-month-old?)
6. I taught Brooke the chorus to LMFAO's "Party Rock Anthem" and I consider it one of my all-time greatest parenting achievements to date. It's phenomenal. Imagine a 2-year-old singing "Every day I'm shufflin'" and perhaps you'll understand why. Video to come very soon.
7. I don't care what anyone says, chocolate animal crackers are not cookies. Nowhere on the bag does it say the word "cookie". Which is a good thing because I ended up giving up baked goods (i.e. cake, cookies, brownies, pie, muffins) for Lent. And it's mega hard. Harder than childbirth, I'd say. (Which actually isn't saying much because I didn't think childbirth was all that hard. Annoyingly long, yes, but not super hard. I know, I'm a brat.) To make up for the loss of sugar in my system, I've amped up my consumption of candy and ice cream and other non-baked sugary goodness - like animal crackers. Oh, and side note, Pinterest is the devil when you're not allowed to bake!
8. POTTY TRAINING SCARES THE CRAP OUT OF ME. That is all.
Well, there you have it. It feels good to get those things off my chest. Especially that last one. I don't think there's enough wine in the state of Ohio to help me get through that one.
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