Music Monday

I just thought I'd share mine and T's lullaby with everyone.  I love this song and have sung it to T since the day he was born.  Just last week T told me he is going to sing it to our new baby when he/she arrives.  He is going to be the best big brother.
http://youtu.be/AwfaTcBNtWo

Worst Idea EVER!

Well it seems that I am raising a little boy who is part human and all monkey. At 18 months old we had to put him into a toddler bed because he could climb out of his crib. It isn't going well to say the least.

Every nap and at bedtime I come upstairs and sit by his bed so that he doesn't just hop down and run to the door to call me. I tried leaving the room and he just screams until naptime is over or until I go to bed, either way that doesn't work. So now I'm that parent sitting on the floor of my child's room until he is sleeping. Don't worry I know this is an awful habit to start but what are my other options? I figure it this way, if

sitting by his bed gets him to fall asleep in his own bed for now I can break this habit down the road.

Today however, this doesn't seem to be working. I am sitting here and he is just playing in his crib beside me. I've tried leaving the room but that didn't help either. Why is my son a monster? Honestly, every time I hear anybody talk about how well their child(ren) sleep, I am so jealous and think, "I hope your next child never sleeps". Awful, right? I don't want to begrudge other people their wonderful, sleepy babies....I just want mine to sleep......please?!

Until the day T starts to sleep well (that day will come, won't it?) I just remind myself that one day he will be a teenager and want to sleep all the time and it will be my turn to wake/keep him up. I am really looking forward to that day.

Winter-blahs

How is it that winter has only started but I'm already feeling the effects? I amdreading going out and just feeling tired. Our house is just so warm and cozy and outside is NOT. A temperature of -13 degrees just isn't inviting, no matter how you look at it.

We had our first real snowfall this week and I can actually admit I en

joyed it. Let me

state that I usually HATE all things winter. T was just so happy to be out in the snow, building snowmen, throwing snowballs, just running around like a

little mad man and it was awesome. He was so proud of his snowmen that he wanted to show everybody. So much so that I had to carry one over to his grandmother's house and show her. Again, SO cute!

Back to the blahs, I feel like I am running on empty all day long. I think that if I got up in the morning and went for a run I'd feel better throughout the day but ......blah..... Have I mentioned that tired feeling and that it's cold outside. See catch-22. I don't want to go outside because I'm too tired but if I go outside I'll get more energy. I've asked R to set my bike up inside on the rollers so I can't use the outside excuse but as of yet, he hasn't done it. Okay in all fairness, he did try but my bike didn't work so he has asked a friend to help. I just hope it gets done soon. Otherwise this may be a long, sleepy winter made doubly hard by a very active one year old.

This mamma says, I need energy. Anybody have any extra?

Remember when....?

I remember a time, not too long ago, when I looked forward to the end of daylight savings time. That weekend was the best. It meant an extra hour of sleep or an extra hour of partying or dancing or whatever else I wanted an extra hour for. Not anymore. This years "fall back" has resulted in a week of 5:00am wake-ups and then to days of a less then impressed one year old. All of which leads to one sleepy mamma. Is this what I get for wasting all the extra hours of my past in less then productive manner? If so, I'd love to say it was all worth it but I don't remember all the hours wasted, and I can't blame it all on the mum-dumbs.

This has brought me to remembering other child-free days. Not all the memories are ones I wish to share, some more embarrassing then others. For the most part however, they were great memories. Nights spent with friends having, mostly innocent, fun. I started........I started this sentence and then was interrupted so now it is gone...Thank-you Mum-Dumbs

So with that I will call it a night.

Until next time

Here we go again

Well the tooth is through so now it's back to bed for T. I am currently holed up in my bathroom listening to him cry. We share a room with him so I can't come out until he's asleep. I must admit it's not been too bad though....did I really just say that?! Am I trying to jinx this?!? Rookie mistake.

Well since it's out there already, he's been pretty good. That's not to say he's gone to bed without a fight, but the crying (or screaming) hasn't lasted as long as it could. Last night he sleep the whole night once he was down, I was so impressed. I realize of course he was probably really tired.

He seems quiet again....dare I check?? Wish me luck folks

xo

Will this tooth just come already!?!...

Another Friday night and I've been in bed with T since 8:00. R is out with his friends, and most of me is happy for him, the other part of me is a bit jealous and a bit lonely. I can't remember how long this bout of teething has been going on for but it feels like forever! I miss our old routine of putting T to bed and then spending some grown-up time together. I mean we were together for years just the two of us. Now don't get me wrong, I would happily spend ever night cuddled up snug with the bug, I do miss R and our time together too.

So now we wait for the teeth (yes plural) to make their big appearance and then we can get T back on schedule and in his own bed. Although I think that sounds much easier then it's actually going to be, seeing as T now thinks our bed is his bed. I will say, "bedtime" or "go night-night" and he goes to our nice, big, cozy king size bed. If you now ask him where his bed is, he'll point to ours and say, "there". Right now I think this is funny but I know soon it will just be a lot of tears. All I can say is, thank god it's a king size bed.

I don't know how other people, with kids have beds smaller then a king. How do you all fit in there? I joke with R saying a smaller be is just uncivilized but part of me believes that. If we had a smaller bed R would have been sleeping on the couch during this ordeal. I know he manages to sleep through 99% of the times T wakes up but it would be even worst if I knew he was sound asleep downstairs while I was waking up 3, 4, 5, even 6 times a night. I would have been a cranky bunny.

I feel like this post has been a lot of complaining and for that I am sorry....I blame the tooth and the lack of sleep. Hopefully the next one will be more upbeat.

That's all this mamma says for now....

Getting better....?

It seems things might be coming back to normal around here, and not a moment too soon. The tooth still isn't through but T is back to his normal self, for the most part at least. I must say I don't know how parents put up with children who are whiney. It would drive me nuts. Now all I have to do is get him back to sleeping the whole night in his own bed and we will be golden.....until the next tooth that is.

Poor Baby

Well last night was another rough night for T (and mamma but doesn't that go without saying?) He is really in the wars right now and what we thought was teething maybe is a stomach bug. He threw up for the first time last night. Not as bad as it could have been but it still broke my heart. I hate when he doesn't feel well. Especially, because he can't tell me what's wrong.

All this does make me re-think my demon child comment, maybe he was just sick. Poor baby! Although, I can take comfort in the fact that I'm not the first mother to call my child a demon child. Thank God for other mothers who need to vent too.

T has been much better since his AWFUL day. He is still cranky but not nearly as bad. Maybe he was really bad that first day so that these days now seem manageable in comparison. Smart, slightly malicious but still smart baby.

Good thing I love him more than I could say

In the words of 90210 star, "Love you, Babe"

Just Breath

Just Breath Mamma....that is what I have to remind myself lately. Well, really just today. T is teething and miserable. Who is this demon child and where has my sweet, wonderful, happy son gone? Today he spent over an hour and a half crying while he should have been sleeping. He isn't sleeping at night and he isn't sleeping during his nap and he is so unhappy and there is nothing I can do about it. I am trying everything I can think of and....nothing. He is finally sleeping now, obviously or I couldn't be writing right now. I had to cave and take him out in his stroller but at least he's asleep. ......I spoke too soon. He's up....

Shhhhh!

So I have a monkey, who thinks it's a good idea to wake-up at 11:45 PM and play. Even worst I have a husband who seems to agree. T woke-up for his dreamfeed and then really woke-up. He was trying to find the zipper on his sleep sack so his dad came over to help him and they were off. Seriously! R got T up and went downstairs to play! T was so excited to be up, I could hear him laughing and screaming with joy. After about 10 minutes or so, they came back up and T came into our bed and I said it was time to sleep but he was too excited.....over tired and excited a dangerous combination. He was trying to get us to play, pulling out all his tricks. The elephant noise, kisses, blowing kisses.....the works. I told him to lay down, it was time to sleep. He fell back and laughed.

He was awake from 11:45 until about 1:30. He was tossing and turning and crawling on me, cuddling up. He was so tired but just didn't want to fall asleep. As much as I love the cuddling and that he wanted to sleep on me, I am SO tired now. I vaguely remember a time when I use to go out until 7 AM and get up feeling fine 4 or 5 hours later but now I am wiped. I guess that's getting older for you. That combined with being a mum, I just need my energy for T, because he takes a lot of energy.

Speaking of energy, T started walking this week. He is now a man on a mission. Although, he won't walk when I ask him to, it has to be on his own terms and for his own reason. His favourite it walking outside with his little push car. He is all over the backyard, now all he has to do is learn to steer.

Watch out world here comes Thor!!

Another day in the land of the sleep deprived. Ok so I know I have nobody to blame for it this time but myself. I let T sleep in our bed last night....gasp now. It just so cozy and it usually means I can stay in bed longer so it seems like a good idea. Well not last night. T woke up in the middle of the night and was whiney and moving all about until I caved and nursed him...gasp again. Well I'd love to say I've learned from this and I will not be doing it again but I know that's a lie.

So we are now into the birthday countdown and I'm finding it really sad. He's just getting so big, next thing I know he'll be off to Uni and then getting married and having his own babies....I'm not ready to be a grandmother!? Ok so the rational part of my brain knows I'm not becoming a grandmother for a very long time still but as I said I'm a frequent visiter to the land of the sleep deprived, i.e. not rational. I've just made the invitations to go out to a few of his little friends and am now looking for a good cake recipe. I am also in the process of making his birthday photo book, basically a year in review...way to dwell on him getting bigger.

Oh well babies grow. I can't stop it. I think I'll just have to try and enjoy it and take lots of pictures (our poor second child, there is no way I can take as many pictures when we do this all again)

From the Mummyhood......see you later