Anna was less impressed with her first ball game. While she managed to stay awake for the first part of it, she eventually succumbed to a much-needed nap.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Taking Daddy to the ball game
Ostensibly for Ben's birthday, we got tickets to a London Majors ball game in early July. It was slightly more fun than watching grass grow. ;) I think Rachel's favourite part was following the scores on the scoreboard and announcing the number of balls, strikes and outs. She especially liked getting the big purple freezie after the 5th inning! (As you can see below, her tongue is very very purple)
Anna was less impressed with her first ball game. While she managed to stay awake for the first part of it, she eventually succumbed to a much-needed nap.
Anna was less impressed with her first ball game. While she managed to stay awake for the first part of it, she eventually succumbed to a much-needed nap.
Time for a photo update!
These are all from our trip to the African Lion Safari on July 14th.
"I'm so cute in my swimsuit!"
"We love our Aunt Rebecca! She sent us these cool matching t-shirts!"
"My shirt changed colours in the sun!"
"Mommy and I like to hang out and watch."
"Who's going to get down the waterslide first?"
"I'm so cute in my swimsuit!"
"We love our Aunt Rebecca! She sent us these cool matching t-shirts!"
"My shirt changed colours in the sun!"
"Mommy and I like to hang out and watch."
"Who's going to get down the waterslide first?"
Are you done yet?
Why do people feel the need to ask this question? Ever since Anna was born, I have been getting asked, "So, are you done?" in that knowing tone of voice that implies that of course we must be done since we have our requisite two children. The shock and horror in the asker's expression and tone when I say that we are not done is quite comical to watch.
Yes, my pregnancy with Anna sucked. Pelvic rotations are not fun. Puking daily for almost 20 weeks is not fun. Hardly being able to walk and being extremely swollen was not fun either. So maybe next time I'll just go to Babies'R'Us to buy a baby. Rachel used to think that's where babies come from - now she knows that they grow in a mommy's uterus. Of course, she's convinced that only mommies have a uterus and that she most certainly does not.
Back to my rant... why is it considered such an outlandish thing to have - *gasp* - more than two children!?!?? I have had people tell me that children are expensive. Yes and no. They don't have to be. Besides, anyone who knows me or has gone shopping with me knows that I'm pretty good at bargain hunting for the kids' clothes and toys. My poor mother gets shot down for wanting to pay full price for things for the kids if she's silly enough to tell me about it! (Not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth. And I'm certainly not suggesting that my mother is related to anything remotely equine either!)
I think one of the stupidest things I have been told about children's costs was by a member of the orchestra here in town. This was several years ago when Rachel was about 6 months old and we were talking about trying for another one. "Oh, you don't want more than 2 children. Children are expensive! And don't you want them to have things like music lessons? Music lessons are expensive. I have one family with 4 children and it's quite a struggle for them to afford it all." *Jane's jaw drops open* What I *thought* was, "I offer discounts to families with multiple children. Heck, I once taught a student for free all year long in exchange for something that turned out to be worth nothing. I regularly extend students' lesson times if I know that it's a stretch for them to pay for the extra time." I have no clue what I actually said, but I was shocked at the comments. Besides, if we couldn't afford it, we could certainly teach our children ourselves. That is, if I'm coherent enough to remember which hand holds the violin and which hand holds the bow!
And yes, we have chosen to not send our children to public school. Preschool isn't that expensive, and if we choose to send them to a private school, we'll obviously only do it if we're in a financial position to do so. Homeschooling isn't off the table yet either. I know, I'm shockingly not mainstream about so many things.
Seriously though, when did it become such a cultural oddity to want more than two children? We like to tell people that we want 17, because it's clearly unlikely given my age and difficulty conceiving, so people don't tend to push us. Honestly, we might be done. Or we might not.
#1 - Great pregnancy, crappy delivery
#2 - Crappy pregnancy, great delivery
I did say that if my delivery with #2 was awful, that we'd likely not try for another. Since the delivery was awesome, you'll have to wait and see. I've been told that I need to wait a year in order to let my body heal from the pelvic rotation. That's fine with me.
And no, we won't try for a third because we want to get a boy. That's just silly. Mind you, if we were observant Orthodox Jews it wouldn't be so silly because they interpret the command to be fruitful and multiply as needing to have both a boy and a girl. Or so I've read...
Ben would be happy with a whole house full of girls. He says that girls' softball is better anyway, not that we've been able to convince Rachel to try any sports yet! But it's not like we'd leave a baby boy on a mountaintop somewhere. We'd just have him circumsized and thus open up a whole 'nother can of worms.
I wonder how many more "hot-button" topics I can get into one blog post. This is really a fun way to avoid sorting and packing!
Yes, my pregnancy with Anna sucked. Pelvic rotations are not fun. Puking daily for almost 20 weeks is not fun. Hardly being able to walk and being extremely swollen was not fun either. So maybe next time I'll just go to Babies'R'Us to buy a baby. Rachel used to think that's where babies come from - now she knows that they grow in a mommy's uterus. Of course, she's convinced that only mommies have a uterus and that she most certainly does not.
Back to my rant... why is it considered such an outlandish thing to have - *gasp* - more than two children!?!?? I have had people tell me that children are expensive. Yes and no. They don't have to be. Besides, anyone who knows me or has gone shopping with me knows that I'm pretty good at bargain hunting for the kids' clothes and toys. My poor mother gets shot down for wanting to pay full price for things for the kids if she's silly enough to tell me about it! (Not that I'm looking a gift horse in the mouth. And I'm certainly not suggesting that my mother is related to anything remotely equine either!)
I think one of the stupidest things I have been told about children's costs was by a member of the orchestra here in town. This was several years ago when Rachel was about 6 months old and we were talking about trying for another one. "Oh, you don't want more than 2 children. Children are expensive! And don't you want them to have things like music lessons? Music lessons are expensive. I have one family with 4 children and it's quite a struggle for them to afford it all." *Jane's jaw drops open* What I *thought* was, "I offer discounts to families with multiple children. Heck, I once taught a student for free all year long in exchange for something that turned out to be worth nothing. I regularly extend students' lesson times if I know that it's a stretch for them to pay for the extra time." I have no clue what I actually said, but I was shocked at the comments. Besides, if we couldn't afford it, we could certainly teach our children ourselves. That is, if I'm coherent enough to remember which hand holds the violin and which hand holds the bow!
And yes, we have chosen to not send our children to public school. Preschool isn't that expensive, and if we choose to send them to a private school, we'll obviously only do it if we're in a financial position to do so. Homeschooling isn't off the table yet either. I know, I'm shockingly not mainstream about so many things.
Seriously though, when did it become such a cultural oddity to want more than two children? We like to tell people that we want 17, because it's clearly unlikely given my age and difficulty conceiving, so people don't tend to push us. Honestly, we might be done. Or we might not.
#1 - Great pregnancy, crappy delivery
#2 - Crappy pregnancy, great delivery
I did say that if my delivery with #2 was awful, that we'd likely not try for another. Since the delivery was awesome, you'll have to wait and see. I've been told that I need to wait a year in order to let my body heal from the pelvic rotation. That's fine with me.
And no, we won't try for a third because we want to get a boy. That's just silly. Mind you, if we were observant Orthodox Jews it wouldn't be so silly because they interpret the command to be fruitful and multiply as needing to have both a boy and a girl. Or so I've read...
Ben would be happy with a whole house full of girls. He says that girls' softball is better anyway, not that we've been able to convince Rachel to try any sports yet! But it's not like we'd leave a baby boy on a mountaintop somewhere. We'd just have him circumsized and thus open up a whole 'nother can of worms.
I wonder how many more "hot-button" topics I can get into one blog post. This is really a fun way to avoid sorting and packing!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Anna. Banana.
Yesterday Anna had her first "solids" in the form of mushed-up overripe banana! Despite my best intentions of waiting until she hit 6 months, we didn't make it. I suppose I wanted to wait more for my personal convenience than for any other reason. After all, we started Rachel on rice cereal at the age of 4 months and 10 days. Mind you, Rachel wasn't a fan of cereal in the beginning. She also didn't really understand what to do with it since she tended to store it up in her mouth and then spit it back out at us.
"They" (ok, the WHO - World Health Organization) are currently recommending that babies start solids at 6 months. "They" have evidently never watched a 5.5 month old baby track her family's food from table to mouth with obvious desire and irritation at the lack of food being sent her way. It was akin to the looks our cat Clara would give us when we were not emptying our ice cream bowls fast enough for her liking.
I'd heard or read somewhere that banana would be a good first food for breastfed babies since it's sweeter than rice cereal and is therefore theoretically more like breastmilk. I have never tasted my own milk (or anyone else's for that matter) so I can't honestly compare the two, but Anna certainly enjoyed her banana pieces once she figured out how to suck them off of Ben's finger and gum them down. If I get my act together, I'll post videos and/or pics later.
Ben gave Anna more banana today while I was out and she eagerly gobbled it down. Rachel offered Anna part of her hamburger tonight at dinner. She was informed that beef is not generally offered to babies who are toothless and just learning to eat. Oops.
So much for an easy move without having to worry about feeding the baby much of anything other than milk/formula. And for those of you who will suggest just skipping a few days of solids, you clearly need to pay us a visit so you can see for yourself just how voracious an appetite Anna has.
"They" (ok, the WHO - World Health Organization) are currently recommending that babies start solids at 6 months. "They" have evidently never watched a 5.5 month old baby track her family's food from table to mouth with obvious desire and irritation at the lack of food being sent her way. It was akin to the looks our cat Clara would give us when we were not emptying our ice cream bowls fast enough for her liking.
I'd heard or read somewhere that banana would be a good first food for breastfed babies since it's sweeter than rice cereal and is therefore theoretically more like breastmilk. I have never tasted my own milk (or anyone else's for that matter) so I can't honestly compare the two, but Anna certainly enjoyed her banana pieces once she figured out how to suck them off of Ben's finger and gum them down. If I get my act together, I'll post videos and/or pics later.
Ben gave Anna more banana today while I was out and she eagerly gobbled it down. Rachel offered Anna part of her hamburger tonight at dinner. She was informed that beef is not generally offered to babies who are toothless and just learning to eat. Oops.
So much for an easy move without having to worry about feeding the baby much of anything other than milk/formula. And for those of you who will suggest just skipping a few days of solids, you clearly need to pay us a visit so you can see for yourself just how voracious an appetite Anna has.
My Little Exhibitionist
No, NOT the baby. It was my heretofore innocent four year old!
This afternoon we met up with a friend and her daughter at a local splash pad/park. Rachel had a great time playing in the water. In fact, every 30 seconds or so, she came running over to us yelling, "I'm having a fantastic time!" or something similar.
After awhile, she told me that she was ready to go play in the park. I made a comment about her being ready to get all dried off, turned to say something to my friend, and next thing I knew, Rachel had ripped off her bathing suit and was butt naked in front of the splash pad! Too bad our towels were about 100 feet away in our bag...
Torn between laughter and "the right thing to do", I resisted the urge to take a picture and instead managed to use her full name in a stern voice while explaining succinctly that it was NOT polite or appropriate to go around in public naked. I'm not sure that it sunk in since Rachel seemed to think this was pretty hilarious. I will say that running a naked four year old across a crowded park on a hot, sunny afternoon will probably not rank among my favourite memories of this summer.
Of course, had Rachel not been awake since approximately 2:47 a.m. this morning, our entire day might have unfolded differently. She and Anna certainly tag-team - Anna slept from roughly 8 p.m. until 4 a.m. last night and then was up again at around 5 a.m. for an hour or so. Rachel showed up in our room at 2:47, insisted on climbing in with us, fell asleep for maybe an hour, and was then awake. At 5 a.m. I sent her back to her room where she read out loud to herself in way too cheerful a voice complete with maniacal laughter until 6:30 when we gave up all hope of anyone sleeping in our house.
This afternoon we met up with a friend and her daughter at a local splash pad/park. Rachel had a great time playing in the water. In fact, every 30 seconds or so, she came running over to us yelling, "I'm having a fantastic time!" or something similar.
After awhile, she told me that she was ready to go play in the park. I made a comment about her being ready to get all dried off, turned to say something to my friend, and next thing I knew, Rachel had ripped off her bathing suit and was butt naked in front of the splash pad! Too bad our towels were about 100 feet away in our bag...
Torn between laughter and "the right thing to do", I resisted the urge to take a picture and instead managed to use her full name in a stern voice while explaining succinctly that it was NOT polite or appropriate to go around in public naked. I'm not sure that it sunk in since Rachel seemed to think this was pretty hilarious. I will say that running a naked four year old across a crowded park on a hot, sunny afternoon will probably not rank among my favourite memories of this summer.
Of course, had Rachel not been awake since approximately 2:47 a.m. this morning, our entire day might have unfolded differently. She and Anna certainly tag-team - Anna slept from roughly 8 p.m. until 4 a.m. last night and then was up again at around 5 a.m. for an hour or so. Rachel showed up in our room at 2:47, insisted on climbing in with us, fell asleep for maybe an hour, and was then awake. At 5 a.m. I sent her back to her room where she read out loud to herself in way too cheerful a voice complete with maniacal laughter until 6:30 when we gave up all hope of anyone sleeping in our house.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Have you seen Rachel?
She's about 3'6", 41 pounds, medium length brown hair, blue eyes, and 4 years old.
I can't find her anywhere. In her place we have this Rachel look-alike who does weird things that the real Rachel would never do.
Just this weekend, this Rachel clone has done the following:
*Ordered a burger at a restaurant, thus departing from the rather dull but predictable pattern of chicken fingers or grilled cheese that she has adhered to since we started ordering her a separate meal (she only took 1 bite of the burger itself, but ate most of the bun)
*Ordered a quarter chicken dinner at Swiss Chalet and then commented on how she was having the same dinner as Mom & Dad! She ate a lot of it too.
*Tried buttered toast for the very first time ever at Costco this afternoon. My Rachel has refused toast every single time it has ever been offered. And putting margarine or butter on things? Forget it! What *is* it about the magic of Costco samples that gets her to try all these new things?
And saving my very favourite and most bizarre for last:
*This Rachel suggested going on the big-girl swing BY HERSELF yesterday after we dropped Ben off to umpire. In fact, this Rachel giggled incessantly and begged me to push her higher and higher and was sad when I said that it was time to go. This Rachel also went on the swings again by herself this morning. MY Rachel has been on a swing boycott since she was about 18 months old, for no known reason. Of course I didn't have my camera with me, or believe me, there'd be evidence!
Anna got to try the baby swing this morning at the park and she loved it! I got big grins from her every time I pushed her a bit higher. I can't believe she's almost 6 months old already.
I can't find her anywhere. In her place we have this Rachel look-alike who does weird things that the real Rachel would never do.
Just this weekend, this Rachel clone has done the following:
*Ordered a burger at a restaurant, thus departing from the rather dull but predictable pattern of chicken fingers or grilled cheese that she has adhered to since we started ordering her a separate meal (she only took 1 bite of the burger itself, but ate most of the bun)
*Ordered a quarter chicken dinner at Swiss Chalet and then commented on how she was having the same dinner as Mom & Dad! She ate a lot of it too.
*Tried buttered toast for the very first time ever at Costco this afternoon. My Rachel has refused toast every single time it has ever been offered. And putting margarine or butter on things? Forget it! What *is* it about the magic of Costco samples that gets her to try all these new things?
And saving my very favourite and most bizarre for last:
*This Rachel suggested going on the big-girl swing BY HERSELF yesterday after we dropped Ben off to umpire. In fact, this Rachel giggled incessantly and begged me to push her higher and higher and was sad when I said that it was time to go. This Rachel also went on the swings again by herself this morning. MY Rachel has been on a swing boycott since she was about 18 months old, for no known reason. Of course I didn't have my camera with me, or believe me, there'd be evidence!
Anna got to try the baby swing this morning at the park and she loved it! I got big grins from her every time I pushed her a bit higher. I can't believe she's almost 6 months old already.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Heads firmly in the sand
I think I know what it must feel like to be an ostrich. Ben and I have our heads firmly in the sand about the fact that we are leaving London in 3.5 weeks at most. The house is a disaster, movers are NOT booked (we're debating renting a U-Haul again actually. No, don't waste your time trying to talk us out of it. It's substantially cheaper!), we haven't arranged for hook-up of anything in Kansas...
On the other hand, we've enjoyed doing a whole lot of nothing over the past few days!
On the other hand, we've enjoyed doing a whole lot of nothing over the past few days!
Art Camp
I don't think I've blogged yet about how much Rachel loves art camp! She's going again this week, afternoons from 1-4pm. I quite enjoy that time because by the time she gets home, she's fairly tired out but is excited enough to stay civil through dinner, playtime and bed.
For the first few days, when we arrived to pick Rachel up she would run from the closing circle to greet us. She was able to return to the circle but it was difficult for her as she wanted to come to us. This week I have seen a total change in her at camp! When I arrived to pick her up today, not only did she not notice me, she was busy offering her compliments about everyone else's artwork. At the end of each day, the director of the program gathers all the kids into a circle and they discuss and show off their artwork. I watched Rachel putting up her hand, eagerly talking about what she liked for each project. If only she could go to art camp all year long...
For the first few days, when we arrived to pick Rachel up she would run from the closing circle to greet us. She was able to return to the circle but it was difficult for her as she wanted to come to us. This week I have seen a total change in her at camp! When I arrived to pick her up today, not only did she not notice me, she was busy offering her compliments about everyone else's artwork. At the end of each day, the director of the program gathers all the kids into a circle and they discuss and show off their artwork. I watched Rachel putting up her hand, eagerly talking about what she liked for each project. If only she could go to art camp all year long...
Friday, July 18, 2008
4 year olds are funny
Rachel came running down the hall just before 7 a.m. today. As she entered our room, she said pitifully, "I was having a bad dream!" This was followed up cheerfully by, "I brought my pillow!"
At least she came prepared! I think she was surprised to find that it was morning already and that we weren't going to discuss yet again how everyone has his or her own bed to sleep in. I'm not totally opposed to having Rachel in bed with us, but she flails and kicks as much as Ben flips and mumbles. That's just not a winning combo for me! I also suspect that Rachel's desire to be in our bed also has less to do with being afraid and more to do with her seeing Anna in our room a lot when she (Rachel) wakes up in the morning.
At least she came prepared! I think she was surprised to find that it was morning already and that we weren't going to discuss yet again how everyone has his or her own bed to sleep in. I'm not totally opposed to having Rachel in bed with us, but she flails and kicks as much as Ben flips and mumbles. That's just not a winning combo for me! I also suspect that Rachel's desire to be in our bed also has less to do with being afraid and more to do with her seeing Anna in our room a lot when she (Rachel) wakes up in the morning.
Another run-in with my favourite border goons
Yesterday we went to Michigan for the day to visit friends and mail a few things. As we approached the border, I debated whether to use our passports/visas or our driver's licenses/birth certificates/health cards as ID. I initially thought that it would be nice to avoid any potential hassles so I tucked the passports/visas into the glove box. Then Ben pointed out that they were opening back doors and trunks, and that the lines were moving very slowly in general. So out came the passports.
When it was our turn, we pulled up and the lady asked for our IDs while she continued to chat with the man in the booth with her. Ben handed over our passports open to the ID page for each one of us and thankfully we weren't asked for our visa papers. (Not that we were doing anything illegal, because we weren't! It's just easier to not deal with the hassle of explaining why we are on a day trip.)
Then she asked to open the back door. No problem. She looked at Rachel and said, "What's your name?" Rachel looked at me and I told her she could tell the lady her name. Thankfully she said "Rachel". The next question:
"Who are these people?"
Rachel looked at her like she was crazy and (again, thankfully!) said, "Mom and Dad."
"Where are you going today?"
*At this point I am thinking that it is seriously insane to question a four-year-old about plans for the day. She could so easily have said that she didn't know!*
Rachel: "I'm going to play at my friend Sela's house."
And that was the end of my four-year-old's interrogation for the day. Just what would they have done if she said "I don't know" or "I don't want to tell you"!??!?! Those are two very popular answers at our house these days.
The trip home was much less eventful:
"Did you buy anything?"
No.
"Did you purchase anything?"
No.
"Did you receive anything?"
No.
"So you didn't buy anything?"
Yup, unbelievable as it seems, we actually just drove across the border to visit our friends and mail some packages.
When it was our turn, we pulled up and the lady asked for our IDs while she continued to chat with the man in the booth with her. Ben handed over our passports open to the ID page for each one of us and thankfully we weren't asked for our visa papers. (Not that we were doing anything illegal, because we weren't! It's just easier to not deal with the hassle of explaining why we are on a day trip.)
Then she asked to open the back door. No problem. She looked at Rachel and said, "What's your name?" Rachel looked at me and I told her she could tell the lady her name. Thankfully she said "Rachel". The next question:
"Who are these people?"
Rachel looked at her like she was crazy and (again, thankfully!) said, "Mom and Dad."
"Where are you going today?"
*At this point I am thinking that it is seriously insane to question a four-year-old about plans for the day. She could so easily have said that she didn't know!*
Rachel: "I'm going to play at my friend Sela's house."
And that was the end of my four-year-old's interrogation for the day. Just what would they have done if she said "I don't know" or "I don't want to tell you"!??!?! Those are two very popular answers at our house these days.
The trip home was much less eventful:
"Did you buy anything?"
No.
"Did you purchase anything?"
No.
"Did you receive anything?"
No.
"So you didn't buy anything?"
Yup, unbelievable as it seems, we actually just drove across the border to visit our friends and mail some packages.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I did ask...
Yesterday we took our long-awaited trip to the African Lion Safari! (which Rachel accidentally called the Ass-frickin' Lion Safari the other day. Oops. She had no idea that she was saying anything bad, thank goodness!)
As the elephant show was coming to a close, I took Anna in the stroller and raced out so I could get us a spot in line to ride the elephant. We won't discuss the ethics of that method other than to say that no-one really wanted to wait in line for 45 minutes except possibly Rachel. ;)
I found out later that Rachel got to pet one of the male elephant's tusks at the end of the show. Since we've been talking a lot about left and right, I asked her which tusk she petted.
"The one I could reach!" she answered cheerfully.
As the elephant show was coming to a close, I took Anna in the stroller and raced out so I could get us a spot in line to ride the elephant. We won't discuss the ethics of that method other than to say that no-one really wanted to wait in line for 45 minutes except possibly Rachel. ;)
I found out later that Rachel got to pet one of the male elephant's tusks at the end of the show. Since we've been talking a lot about left and right, I asked her which tusk she petted.
"The one I could reach!" she answered cheerfully.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Here it is...
This is the house that we'll be renting in Kansas this coming year. Isn't it cute? The driveway is on the other side of the house from the front door. Don't ask me why. In any case, if you were sitting on the front porch, you'd be looking out at tons of green space since the front of the house faces a big hill leading up to the community clubhouse that apparently has a wading pool as well as a swimming pool! These ritzy American communities crack me up...
It's a good layout for us. There are three bedrooms upstairs as well as an office nook at the top of the stairs. Downstairs there is a combined living/dining area that opens into the kitchen. There is also a nice foyer (and that does NOT rhyme with lawyer!), and the best part is that there's a little den off to the side that will be our studio space! Yay! I was really hoping to find a house with extra space for teaching/practising and even though we're paying more than we had initially planned to, I think it'll be worth it.
Thanks anyway
We had a coupon for a local restaurant so we made use of it the other night. After Rachel had finished her meal, she asked if she could please have her dessert. When the server brought it, he whispered to me that they were out of M&Ms and he hoped that would be ok. Rachel looked at her ice cream and asked where the sprinkles were. I told her they didn't have sprinkles. She thought about it, then asked where the M&Ms were (apparently we eat at this place a bit too much!). I explained that they were out of M&Ms but she needed to say thank you to the server anyway.
"Thanks anyway," she said in a dejected tone of voice that cracked us all up.
"Thanks anyway," she said in a dejected tone of voice that cracked us all up.
Three Cheers for Olly!!!!!!
I'm sure we all remember Olly, Rachel's beloved blanket elephant friend. Olly was responsible for a lot of good sleeping in Rachel's early days.
We've been talking a lot about getting an animal blankie for Anna, but unfortunately the Toy Shoppe here in London has stopped carrying them. We were hoping to get one while we were in Kansas City in April, but didn't make it to the toy shop where we've seen them in the past.
For the past week or two, Anna has been sleeping poorly at night. She'll go down nursing around 7:30 or so, but then promptly wake up 45 minutes later thinking she's all done. Um, NO. She usually nurses back down, but lately I've had to rock her and/or lie down with her. Much as I love spending the time with her at the end of the day, I'm exhausted by then and really need her to sleep on her own.
Last night we tried an earlier bedtime since that has worked wonders with Rachel. Anna fell asleep by 6:15 but was up at 7:15. In desperation, I finally shoved Sucky in her mouth (yes, the soother is named Sucky. Get over it already!) and put Olly in next to her. Her cute little fingers wrapped around Olly and she snuggled up with him, and the next thing I knew it was after 1 a.m.! I fell asleep nursing Anna and woke up again around 3 or so. She nursed again, and was back in her crib at 3:30 and slept until 6:30!
As I type, Anna is finishing up a nice nap courtesy of Olly the Elephant:
Rachel doesn't mind lending Olly to Anna, but she knows that it's only temporary. And yes, I'm sure we'll be making good use of Olly's twin brother, Phil, until we can get some different animal blankies for Anna!
We've been talking a lot about getting an animal blankie for Anna, but unfortunately the Toy Shoppe here in London has stopped carrying them. We were hoping to get one while we were in Kansas City in April, but didn't make it to the toy shop where we've seen them in the past.
For the past week or two, Anna has been sleeping poorly at night. She'll go down nursing around 7:30 or so, but then promptly wake up 45 minutes later thinking she's all done. Um, NO. She usually nurses back down, but lately I've had to rock her and/or lie down with her. Much as I love spending the time with her at the end of the day, I'm exhausted by then and really need her to sleep on her own.
Last night we tried an earlier bedtime since that has worked wonders with Rachel. Anna fell asleep by 6:15 but was up at 7:15. In desperation, I finally shoved Sucky in her mouth (yes, the soother is named Sucky. Get over it already!) and put Olly in next to her. Her cute little fingers wrapped around Olly and she snuggled up with him, and the next thing I knew it was after 1 a.m.! I fell asleep nursing Anna and woke up again around 3 or so. She nursed again, and was back in her crib at 3:30 and slept until 6:30!
As I type, Anna is finishing up a nice nap courtesy of Olly the Elephant:
Rachel doesn't mind lending Olly to Anna, but she knows that it's only temporary. And yes, I'm sure we'll be making good use of Olly's twin brother, Phil, until we can get some different animal blankies for Anna!
Friday, July 11, 2008
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