Hey everyone,
Hopefully I'll be able to post uninterrupted for the next little bit; I had a long one already to go--just a bit more to write--and had to go because of J and it got lost.
But, here's what I remember. First and foremost:
Storm--you're absolutely right; I should be grateful for every moment that my mother has to spend with J. And to be honest I am. He LOVES her, and she loves him back. We just have problems that go back years and are exacerbated by high-tension periods, like Christmas. Often, we have the loveliest times, though. And I wish you had your mum around still. This Christmas must be very hard for you.
What you wrote about holding on so tightly to L and not wanting her to cry any longer than she has to if you can soothe her faster than your OH makes perfect sense. Of course you will feel an incredibly strong bond with her after the loss of your mother, and with your husband doing shift work 3 days at a time. I don't know anyone who wouldn't feel that way.
Okay, so that's all I remember... Wait:
Borboleta and Angel--I wish I knew everything about CIO/CC and could help, but I only know my kid, and we've never had any trouble with it since we started (he takes after my husband, it's obvious. OH can fall into a deep sleep at any point, never has insomnia, and he wakes early.
) The only thing I do just before bedtime if we've been having a bad day with J is give him Advil (Tylenol is for the day). His mood is only bad when he is overly tired (which he isn't, anymore) or teething. But if J
were to be acting strange in the night, I'd assume teething (not even hunger, because by now, we know his "hunger" schedule), and dose him.
SK--Have you considered switching rooms when it's your husband's turn? If F's afraid of the room, then maybe leave him a safe place each night? I know switching rooms back and forth can be hard, but we've been doing it for any number of reasons for a while now, and always have our essentials "ready to go" (ie. easily toss-able) using baskets.
Just out of curiosity, what do you think frightens F so much in your OH's room?
Rowan--oh, I've been learning all about renovating early-ish 20th century houses, although my experience is entirely vicarious through my sister. She spent an insane amount of money on a 1910s duplex in Toronto (Toronto is notoriously expensive to live in--much like London, I suppose). She had to re-do the roof, the wiring, knock through a wall, paint the entire place, and can't even afford to fix up the kitchen. Half a year after she moved in, she discovered that the people who had lived in the duplex next door had just been unnaturally quiet, and when they sold their "half," everything the new owners do can be heard through the paper thin dividing wall. So now she has to look into sound-proofing which costs A LOT. All I can think of is: wait until that baby comes!
Leeze--so the Hobbit was worth seeing? Not that I get to go to any movie anytime soon; we blew our chance with my mum here to babysit simply because we were too tired at the end of the day to even
remember to go. But boy do I crave movie popcorn... I guess we could always ask Oma.
As for us, it was J's birthday today (only 13 more minutes to go), and I'm over the sadness. But where on earth did the time go?
Everyone finds it so strange that I'm so sad, but I've got an enormous amount of pictures and videos from when he was still immobile but full of character and I can remember them ALL, it seems, and I miss that J. But I wouldn't give up this J for all the world.
I've been looking through his birthday pictures, and can't find a single really good one. But let me see what I've got...
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It's not the best pic, but among the best I've got.
He loved this huge bear Oma got him, which he throws himself on and hugs and hugs and hugs, and he also loves the xylophone from my mum. OH told me this morning that he has basically abandoned all of his old toys, and had created a gymboree out of our living room. Since it's small enough (and full enough) to get to surface to surface, he has a routine where he starts on the couch, crosses the gap to the coffee table, then the ottoman, then the love seat, then the hassock, then stops to play the xylophone, throws himself on Bear and starts it all over again. Why even bother paying for Gymboree?
Oh, and I was right. The train had to be salvaged pretty quickly as his cousins attacked it (and he is too young to even know what to do with it). But it'll look gorgeous in his room where it will stay until he is older. I'll just have to think of something to tell my sister...
And I shall sign off with a picture of J and me today, on his actual birthday, making dinner and talking to Oma, who called to give
me congratulations, which is apparently the Dutch way to do it. Screw the child--it was ME who did all the work!
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ETA: Okay, you were right--the urge to give him yummy cake overrode any "why give him something he doesn't know about yet" rationale. He took one bite, went "mmm," and then took off, spreading crumbs
everywhere. We spent the end of the evening digging them out of the carpet and off of our socks...