Because sometimes life gets in the way of blogging, I’m giving you the cut-and-paste today. Just a random email I sent my cousin – hardly edited (only a few names and places have been omitted to protect the not-so-innocent). You know why you’re getting some random email? Because GI Baby is torturing me with tactical maneuvers to prevent me from getting him on a schedule. He did the “I have to eat every hour” move last night. Then today when ‘nap time’ rolled around at 11:30, he stayed awake and forced me to feed him another four times before he finally went down at 2:30pm. Don’t try to console me with the ‘oh, it’s probably just a growth spurt’ stuff. The kid needs to know that we have to have a routine around here.
There went all my time for blogging. And homeschooling. Baby’s unfortunate older siblings will be making up their school work this evening and tomorrow. All because our little Kewpie doll decided he wasn’t happy if things were running a bit more smoothly.
But who can stay mad at a face like this:
Yeah, you know you baby product companies out there are just ITCHING to get your hands on that bad boy. He’s like ultra-cute. Mega-cute. That’s cuteness that kills, baby.
So here’s your random emailed letter to Sara (that I wrote YESTERDAY – when the baby was behaving) because blogging time for today is nearly over if I plan on getting anything else on my list done:
Nap time was a dream today – he slept from 12:30 to 3:30. This seems to be his new pattern (you know, since he’s done it two days in a row now). Yesterday was 11:30 to 2:30. He gets really stinky tired in the late afternoon and dozes some, but he won’t nap again until he goes to bed. That’s around 9:30 or 10pm. Then he wakes at night around 12:30 or 1:30 to be fed… as late as 3 if I put him down between 10-11. He didn’t want to go back to sleep last night. I put my foot down and told him if he didn’t go to sleep I was going to let him cry it out in his bed. He must have been scared since he dozed off after the third booby and slept until 7am. Then he had his morning booby-juice and slept again until 9:30am. I’m not telling if I slept until then, too. If I tell you, I’ll have to kill you.
We got off to a late start with school today (was that an admission of guilt?). But the kids at least did their math (2 pages!) and we got a book-case cleaned off that has been needing to be cleaned off all school year. They’ll get the rest of school done by dinner time. I went through my curriculum and reading materials for the rest of the year and am going to sell and return things soon. Our next subject matter after we finish up the 1800s and Civil War period is Ancient History and Egypt and Weather/Meteorology. We have two Netflix Civil War documentaries to watch before bedtime tonight.
I can’t wait to do Egypt. I have the stack of books ready and waiting. I’m going to see King Tut in Dallas before they close the exhibit in May. You better go with us since it will be M’s last chance to see the exhibit for who knows how long. I saw it when I was 5 in another state with my grandparents. I was forever changed. Now I ‘walk like an Egyptian’. We already watched a special on the pyramids on some cable channel while we were in San Antonio not long ago. Shoot – I forgot to put that down as school stuff in their computer records. Thanks for reminding me.
Anyway, about the baby shower for little H… I will be forcing Kev to tag along. Hopefully he won’t mind. I may withhold some info about your hubby not being there. I’m sure he’ll get over it after detoxing with a few blow-’em-up movies after all that time spent with chicks. If worse comes to worse, he can take the baby outside for a walk. Pray for sunshine!
You’ll drop your baby weight pronto as much as you exercise and diet. I have no will power for either. I am around what I weighed when I got pregnant (which was 15 lbs over what I would really like to be). I have not been doing the shakes like I should since I am nursing and ALWAYS hungry. I’ll worry about weight later. I lost a lot with Morgan after the six month mark when I was still nursing. By 9 months my mother was telling me she thought I had cancer. I was down to 125 – which I thought was impossible after I had Kaden and never could get past 135 again. It was probably the healthiest and thinnest I have been since I had kids – and then I started craving ice cream. So for an entire summer I had ice cream and magic shell every day for a snack… and thence came the 10 lbs again. UGH. Don’t listen to your body if it craves ice cream. It’s a trick.
Love in Him,