SK--that is a wonderful tree! I can see what you mean about being more sparse (no tinsel, etc.)--I like that. I see you have hung some ornaments very, very low. Are they for the cats?
Rowan--now that you have described the gaudiest tree in the world to us, I wish to see it, please.
Angel--yes, this is entirely a German thing. The only thing that my tree doesn't have that my parents' does is the little wooden ornaments. And their lights are a soft yellow, while I have white. And I think the straw stars they have we actually made as kids (!), while mine are from IKEA.

One year, when my sister and I were around 10 and 8, we got really mad at our parents for not allowing us to have a "normal" tree, with tinsel and coloured lights and tinsel-y garlands. They finally gave in, and let us do it our way. We went to town, and once we were finished, we sat back and realized we hated it (probably one of the only mature insights the two of us ever had at that age). So from every Christmas there out, we became die-hard fans of the family tree.
Poor J had his "tree rights" revoked. He's really good at understanding "gentle, gentle," and at first he just gently stroked the bulbs and the straw stars. And then pulled on them. And then pulled them off and ran off with one in each hand, shaking them. So, no more tree. At least he understands "no" better than "gentle." OH said that he always gives J reasons why he shouldn't touch the tree, and once told him that he didn't want the tree to fall on his head. And J took his hands and covered his head with them! I told OH to stop scaring the daylights out of our kid.
Okay, enough about trees, and onto more relevant topics and proper personals...
Re: Good Sleeping but Bad Wake Up Hours--yup. Here, too. If the boy sleeps until 5, we consider ourselves lucky. If he sleeps anywhere close to six, we've just managed to sleep in. (Well, okay my husband did. I don't do the mornings, and my husband is up early naturally.) But J also goes to bed at 7 pm, so I guess we are really lucky. And within an hour or two of waking up so early, he's ready to go back down, often for a long time. So I guess it's not all bad. Lately, though, he's been asking to go back to bed, and then he stays up there for around 45 minutes making sounds and giggling. I think he just likes his privacy for "practicing." Then we get him up again, and he asks for his proper morning nap a few hours later.
Storm--I watched that video, and that's awesome! And how cute is little L? She looks very hale and healthy, too, by the way. I think I'll have to find one for J, as well.
Borboleta--you have just entered the world of BLW. (Sorry--I realize you wrote about this in a post from a few days ago, but I missed it...) I leave J in the beginning, too, because he starts off better on his own as well. It must be hard to try something new when everyone is watching over you. Oh, and your black-eyed peas reminded me that I should make beans and rice for him again. I'm running out of meal ideas... Have you thought of trying a simple pasta dish? Ground beef or chicken with diced tomatoes, strips of red and green pepper, any spices you might normally use but salt and then twisty pasta? The pepper will have softened so he can slurp it down, he can pick up the tomato pieces, he eats the twisty pasta first, he likes it that much, and he can easily get the ground chicken/beef down. Seriously--it's one of J's favourite meals because all of it is baby friendly.
Clairey--how is L's ear infection? Did they give you anti-biotics for it? And how about her walking?
Angel--re: stupid wake up hours, see above. But still--remember when we complained about not getting any sleep at all because of constant wake ups (and you had it particularly tough)? I LOVE this thread. It's taking us right through the evolution of our babies and...um...us?
Re: being brave about the yoghurt--I think I mentioned before that we bought this house when I was pregnant, so I had to keep J in mind with every house we looked at. When I walked into this one, I knew this was perfect (it even has a heavy-duty activity centre with a slide and swing and sandbox in the backyard). Linoleum floors and thick carpets which hide stains. Cream walls. Perfect for a baby and toddler. In fact, we live in the area of Edmonton that has the most children under the age of 4, so there will be tons of kids for J to play with around here. Only problem is, that means for overcrowded schools...
I may actually have to send him to a German Immersion school to get him into a good school. Anyway, the only thing I have to be brave about with the yoghurt is the clean up, of baby and high chair and floor. But I'm trying to get some milk into him
somehow!
We'll see about the mother's group. I'm a terrible introvert, so groups aren't really my thing, but I joined it, so something must be driving me. The next playdate is in a indoor bouncy castle or something, and J LOVES bouncing. So at least I'll enjoy that part. There is one woman there whom I like very much, though; she has a five month old and is very sympatisch. She also spent 11 years (!!!) trying to get pregnant, and since there is only one fertility clinic in town, we know all the same doctors and we even both have a close relationship with the same fertility acupuncturist.
I'm so glad that you had such a nice time with your mum. She does sound lovely. And I bet you Seb remembered her. J never smiles at anyone other than those he knows really well, and he has always smiled at my mum, no matter how long they have been apart. But I'm sorry you miss her now.

Living far away from family can be really tough at times. A lot of us do, don't we? Me, you, Borboleta, SK... Who else?
Leeze--your description of Kia not getting up is hilarious! I wish J were like that! Re: the plastic bags--I had no idea how much fun they were for J until he started walking, grabbed two and began shaking them in the air all around the house. He had the BIGGEST smile on his face. Though, this is also the kid who will take a limp green bean in each hand and walk around the house shaking them too with the BIGGEST smile on his face, so he's easy to please...
SK (again)--J didn't start to party until after 7 months; before that he was all business: one wake-up for a bottle, and straight back to bed. When he started to do it all the time, we would always start with a bottle, but by the third time in the night, we went straight for the drugs. (Turns out, he didn't need anything--he just wanted to party. Hence the CIO.) I have no idea if that answers your question at all. All I know is that at a certain point, it became VERY obvious that these parties had nothing to do with hunger.
I'm sorry F threw up again. Do you know why this is happening? It seems to be happening a lot, no? Was he/is he a reflux baby?
Re: OH during naps. My husband used to drive me nuts because I used to (and still do) try and take naps at the same time as J, because I always feel horribly guilty if I have to leave him with OH (even though it's 50/50, I still feel badly). But what gets me is when OH declares he's off for a nap and leaving me with J, but spent J's entire 2 hour nap surfing the net. And this makes sense how?...
AFM--I'm getting a bit mad about this supposed 50/50 thing (as indicated by my previous paragraph). Granted, OH wakes up with the LO, but in the morning he's taken to claiming that J needs "time to wake up" which means holding him and watching 20 minutes of Sesame Street videos, and then any other music videos OH thinks he'll like. And J sits there, in his arms, mesmerized. But I know this is BS. J doesn't need "time to wake up." I've gotten up with him tons of times, and he's just fine. Plus, this also means that OH doesn't change his nighttime diaper immediately. Then he puts J down, and because it's early, J is all ready for independent play and toddles around with his own projects. Then around an hour later, he asks Dad to put him to bed by crying for no reason and down he goes. During that nap, I wake up, and have just enough time to have a cup of coffee before J wakes up while my husband goes back to bed. So taking care of J for my OH consisted of...nothing. Now, I do take a mid-day nap, but J is usually napping at the same time.
Then the other day, after my latest set of injections (which really hurt), my OH declared when we got back that he was going to take a nap (we're really into napping--a hold over from our grad school days). And I looked at him and straight out said "no." My joint was killing me, I had complete numbness in my leg, and I could't pick J up during J's meltdown hour(s) because of the leg, when all he wants is to be picked up. I, for god's sake, was going to bed, and he could deal with J. But before I left, I felt really guilty and pulled out J's dinner, left clear instructions on what to do, went downstairs to get a clean sleeper for J (all the laundry in the house is clean, but because my husband won't bring it back up again--carrying the baskets is a problem--it's lying in a huge pile in the laundry room). I also pulled out a clean towel for J, because I knew my husband still doesn't know which one is his.
And then I examined our 50/50 agreement even more closely. I:
- cook for him
- bake bread for him
- do all the laundry (for everyone) and always make sure he has clothes or sleepers
- shop for his clothes and notice deficits in his wardrobe
- do all the research regarding BLW to make sure he's getting what he needs
- make the shopping lists (and lately have had to come along) to get special ingredients
- feed him every meal, or if I can't, I lay out everything for OH (that whole "I promise I'll do lunch" arrangement didn't even last a day)
- determine if he needs teething drugs and administer them
- identify for OH that J does indeed have a bad diaper rash and here is the plan...
- clean up after every meal, even if OH was the one who fed him
- take him to Gymboree twice a week and now a mothers' group
- take care of him when it's my "turn"
OH:
- feeds him his bottles
- gives him his bath, with me
- puts him to bed every other night
- watches him when I can't
Sure, he did used to get up with him every night, until I felt guilty about that and we began to alternate, but then the nights got worse, so I decided to do CIO, giving us both uninterrupted nights.
Apparently both of us have been horrible at math for a year now. I don't know what I'm going to do about it, but probably nothing. OH simply can't do any of this stuff. That's why I slowly started taking it all on. But since I figured this out, it has hardened my skin a bit against the guilt over my husband's university work. I don't know why I've believed forever that I never pull my weight, but it probably had to do with the fact that I didn't work, and he did, and
supposedly still did 50/50 with J.
I just wonder what's going to happen when I go back to lecturing in less than two weeks...
Sorry for the rant. It's just really been bugging me.
Oh, and one more thing. What really got my goat was when my husband took off J's little Robeez boots after the injections and said: "Look, here are the boots Oma got you!" I got furious and yelled from upstairs: "No they aren't!!! They are the boots MUMMY got you online after hours of searching for the best price and that Oma simply left a blank check for us to fill in FFS!!!"