Irony or Just Plain Mystifying?

Isn't it ironic? Nope, those are all coincidences.

What is ironic is what I saw in the car next to me while driving the other day: a passenger with oxygen tubes in her nose sitting next to a driver smoking.  With all of the windows closed.

Hide 'N Seek

(Matthew is hiding under the tree house in our family room)

Grandma: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 9.*  Okay, here I come!  Is Matthew in the cabinets under the TV?

Matthew: Nooooo.

Grandma: Is he in the bathroom?

Matthew: Nooooo.

Grandma: Is he by the computer?

Matthew: Nope.

Grandma walks towards the tree house and Matthew is hysterically laughing.

Matthew: I see you!

Laughter among all abounds.

* My mom does know how to count but Matthew says "6, 9" every time someone counts.

Cry It Out, Part Deuce

When Thea was about 6 weeks old, she began sleeping 10-12 hours at a time at night. She did this at least 3-4 days a week and when she didn't she slept about 9 hours at a time. Let me also say that she is the easiest baby to grace this earth when it comes to going to sleep. Since birth, we have been able to put her down when she is tired and she goes right to sleep. Uh. May. Zing. 

Right before her 4 month appointment she had a few nights where she woke up every few hours (ie at 10:30pm, 12:30am, and/or 3am). The doctor said this could be indicative of a growth spurt if it happens from time to time but if it becomes a pattern...well, there is no reason for that. And from that point on, I think she has slept all night 3 times. She is now waking up every night between 1 and 2am. If I feed her, she goes right back to bed and sleeps till the morning. Although I'm tired, if she really needs to eat or snuggle or whatevs, I am more than happy to continue to provide for her. In fact, I consider it a blessing. That said, if we're waking up to have some fun, I was ready to leave this family get together a loooooonngggg time ago. 

Long story long, since no parent can seem to find the manual that can tell you exactly how to love and care for their child, cry it out has begun. Our doctor encouraged us to only allow her to cry for set periods of time based on her age. Welp, if anything can be said about Thea's personality based on cry it out, one might say she is persistent, confident, and an alpha (read: really, really uninterested in others ideas about how things should be handled). Have I mentioned that Mike has only awakened once while Thea has been crying? And that one time he woke up, he fell right back to sleep before she had stopped crying? Oh, to be a man. (Read: Mike has offered to bottle feed her numerous times, I just turned the offer down because I'm stupid, I mean, up anyway). 

The plan: more cry it out and if it continues to be useless, maybe add in a dream feed before I go to bed and see what happens. I mean, the possibilities are endless. I could abandon the family, Mike and I both can abandon the family, Mike and I can bring Matthew with us as we abandon the family, we could leave Thea at the firehouse, we could leave Thea at the hospital, we could leave Thea at Hobby Lobby. The world is our oyster.

"New" Bed

Matthew has never tried to climb out of his crib, although a couple of times I have caught him with one leg up in the ledge. In the last month or so, Matthew has been walking himself to bed rather than being carried. For these reasons (and the fact that Thea is still sleeping in a pack 'n play #secondchildsyndrome), we thought it was time to give a toddler bed a try. Here's what happened after songs were sung and the prayer was said:

Big Day!

The morning started this way:

Today Mike and I took Matthew to his preschool to meet his teachers, check out the room and to meet his fellow classmates and parents. 

Matthew was fantastic! He took to the teachers right away and played with just about everything in the room (including a Curious George doll he found hugged, said I love you to, and then immediately threw on the ground). 

Later in the day, Thea rolled over for the first time and as you can see was quite happy about it!

Great little Wednesday here.