I had dinner last night with some wonderful girlfriends (see below) and we jumped from subject to subject. In fact we gave Jenny way more grief then she deserved for nursing her sweet Lucy still in the middle of the night. This was due to the fact that we had forgotten Miss Lucy is only 4 months old and our strapping young lads (ok so mine is the strapping one at a whopping 23 lbs) are 8 months of age. I'm SO sorry Jen. My Bad. I keep thinking about it and feel just horrible.
Anyway, we also conversated about potty training and that made me remember that we have mastered (mostly) the war on poop. It was never more evident then today when Jack came into the kitchen after his nap looking all sweet and sleepy/wakey and then promptly went into the bathroom and went #2 without telling me he was going to. Not only did he go but then was beyond proud of himself for once again going. It's been just over 3 weeks now of going and I'm thrilled.
The thrill is slightly short lived because he's also developed a new fear that has been steadily building for 2 months or so. Monsters. They are everywhere in our house and he is battling us at bedtime because of them. I tell him that they are not here and that they are in "jail" where bad people go as well as naughty boys who unbuckle their car seats (another story for another time but it's working wonders) I have also tried to tell him that they are with the sharks that are "far, far away" like we saw on the map. None of this is really working. I have also stated that he has us and God to protect him and that Jesus watches him at night to keep the monsters away. I'm hopeful that this phase/battle passes soon.
Luke has gone from easy going baby to the shrieker. He is pretty happy some of the time and then he has these phases where nothing seems to make him happy but being carried around and seeing all that is new in the world. Hey I get it, I'm one of those who can't sit still either. I'm thinking it's got something to do with more teeth coming and something to do with not being a crawler yet as well. It could just also be that he's simply saying, "Momma, I love you but am sick of your face and this house.... lets go explore the big wide world" To which I would say... "Oh Luke, you may go explore but please remember your Momma and come home once in a while too!"
~AC
Anyway, we also conversated about potty training and that made me remember that we have mastered (mostly) the war on poop. It was never more evident then today when Jack came into the kitchen after his nap looking all sweet and sleepy/wakey and then promptly went into the bathroom and went #2 without telling me he was going to. Not only did he go but then was beyond proud of himself for once again going. It's been just over 3 weeks now of going and I'm thrilled.
The thrill is slightly short lived because he's also developed a new fear that has been steadily building for 2 months or so. Monsters. They are everywhere in our house and he is battling us at bedtime because of them. I tell him that they are not here and that they are in "jail" where bad people go as well as naughty boys who unbuckle their car seats (another story for another time but it's working wonders) I have also tried to tell him that they are with the sharks that are "far, far away" like we saw on the map. None of this is really working. I have also stated that he has us and God to protect him and that Jesus watches him at night to keep the monsters away. I'm hopeful that this phase/battle passes soon.
Luke has gone from easy going baby to the shrieker. He is pretty happy some of the time and then he has these phases where nothing seems to make him happy but being carried around and seeing all that is new in the world. Hey I get it, I'm one of those who can't sit still either. I'm thinking it's got something to do with more teeth coming and something to do with not being a crawler yet as well. It could just also be that he's simply saying, "Momma, I love you but am sick of your face and this house.... lets go explore the big wide world" To which I would say... "Oh Luke, you may go explore but please remember your Momma and come home once in a while too!"
~AC
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About nursing in the middle of the night. I, for one, think it's pretty wonderful. I was still nursing my older daughter in the middle of the night until she was almost two. It was a very sweet time and I have so many wonderful memories of it... :)
stephanie@metropolitanmama.net
I agree. I like to nurse in the night. IT's just the every 2 hours that can take a big toll on this Momma. I'm pretty darn useless without around 4 hours of good sleep in a chunk minimum. I don't do so well with the whole up every 2 hours in the begining of the arrival. I manage but am one of those who doesn't know where I am if it keeps up for an extended period. :)
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