Hi everyone!
Oh man, I've missed a lot! I'm afraid that my response will in no way be comprehensive!
Borboleta--poor little T! It sounds like he's having a rough time of it. I'm glad the ear infection is gone, but that fever and his poor, poor bum! (Maybe that's in part why he wanted to walk at the mall?
) But what a little Pele this boy will be--walking hand in hand with him mum so young! How are his mad skills with the soccer ball going? His illness probably explains why he wasn't eating, though? Oh, when I talked to J's pedi about our eating problems, he said first what your friend said: you can only just keep offering and offering them a variety of foods, and he added that if you get into a fight with them, they will win. So, looks like Thiago is acting very normally! Oh, but how you described T and his food! I laughed so hard!
Leeze--Thanks about the concern re: J's eating. It's actually gotten 100% better now that I've left the room when he eats. He's eaten everything given to him all week long, so that's a relief. I've gone back to giving him snacks which don't stress me out. But he's still losing weight! He's now down to 20 lbs, when he was 21 lbs a couple of weeks ago. That puts him somewhere in the low 20th percentile, I think? And it's not that he's tall, either... The doctor says that this is normal; this is the age when they lose all of their baby fat and since he never stops moving, he's burning all that he eats very quickly. We also picked up some Vit. D drops so we can make sure he gets what he needs while we slowly re-introduce him to whole milk in his formula.
That is too cute about Kia! I'd be trying to make her do that all the time and take videos of it... J has gone someplace strange with one of his cute J-isms. I think I had mentioned earlier that OH told him whenever he touched the tree that he was to stop because Daddy was afraid the tree would fall on his head, and then J would stop and put his hands on his head. Since that seemed to work, I told him to please not touch the garbage because I was afraid it would fall on his head, and he did the same--stopped, and put his hand (now singular) on his head. But then I felt badly, as if I were threatening my child with bodily harm should he do something, so I stopped. But now, anytime we tell him no, don't do that please, he stops, and then puts his hand on his head.
We've done some Pavlovian training here somehow, but I don't know how... or why...
Rowan--regarding the glider, I cannot tell you a thing about how you would manoeuvre two LOs with one, but I can tell you that we have one and don't know how to live without it (well, now we could, but before we couldn't). It seems to be pretty standard here in North America to have one. It's just how we've always rocked J to sleep. In fact, we had to buy one for my parents' house when we visited last summer because I couldn't put him to sleep without it. Now he doesn't need rocking anymore, but we still give him his before-bed bottle in it, and I read him his bedtime story in it. It's really comfortable. My sister this past weekend just moved the one from my parents' house to hers for her new LO as well.
But I agree with you
Angel, when I first saw one years ago, at my in-laws, I thought it was one ugly rocking-chair wannabe. But they look fine in nurseries. It'll go in the den in the basement when J gets older, with all of the other discarded furniture. It's also where I intend to toss him...
Angel--you asked about the parenting decisions we came to regarding the boy who never stopped crying and then never would sleep. Well, we think it has been far more about how OH's brother and SIL dealt with the situation. My SIL had terrible PND for the first year, and told me later that she had to remind herself that she actually loved her boy for that entire first year. Whittle that rhetoric down, and you've got a mother who at least believes she didn't love her son for the first year of his life. There's got to be some sort of emotional fall out on everyone's part in such a situation. And there is another problem in the whole dynamic: they were always so afraid that he'd cry even after the colic stopped that they catered to his every whim. So, he became a brat. In fact, he has now managed to get out of going to Kindergarden because he kicked up too much of a fuss in the morning. They've pulled him from school, and will just send him to Grade 1 next year. Our conclusions have always simply been: if J pulls any of the crap that his cousin does, he must immediately stop (his cousin doesn't), apologize, and if that doesn't happen, we go home. Or, if he demands something and gets upset because he doesn't get it (or get it fast enough!), he apologizes and stops, or we go home. Simple enough. What's really sad is that because they never dealt with the sleep issue, my BIL has slept on a mattress on his son's floor for 5 years now.
Although they have similar sleep issues with their almost-two-year-old, the younger brother is nothing like the older one and has a very merry disposition. J is calmer than him, but I think the two will get along well when the older one isn't in the picture. And I think having a brother has as at least made the older one a little more empathetic. We think...
Storm--I'm sorry the lesser sex has let you down today. Especially as it is your first weekend and weekends actually mean something now. I wish weekends didn't mean writing lectures to me, now... *sigh* MAN, even when I WANT to work, I don't want to work!
But it sounds like L gave you a better night; I hope it continues!
Clairey--
Happy Birthday!!! I understand where you are coming from--I made 40 my cut off even before I fell pregnant with J at 38 (almost 39). But there are those of us here who managed even after 39, so it's not at all out of the question! But I'm sorry Lucy still isn't sleeping.
SK--good for you for being good! I'm not even trying right now. Though I put a stop on OH's previous long-standing instruction to bring me chocolate every night. So I guess that's a step in the right direction. My new method of shopping is online shopping. I've been ordering from places, trying it on when it arrives, and sending 3/4 of it back. I'm still waiting for a pair of pants that fit. Hopefully with the next lot... Until then, it's maternity pants for me! At least THEY still fit.
Kosh--Hi! It's so good to hear from you! I'm with everyone else--I was so struck by how much like a true little boy Gael looks like in his photo! I'm glad you posted it for us! And I'm also glad that you are having so much fun with him; it must help take the edge off of the nights.
As for me, I'm finding it very hard to write a lecture with a one-year-old around. It's just so odd to go from being completely lost in the work you're doing for hours and hours on end, to being interrupted every 5 minutes. I made OH take J to Gymboree at noon and then to Oma's, but he brought him home super early, and so instead of the normal number of hours I usually put in, I could only do 4. And while I love J, I really miss the luxury of just floating around in my pj's, books and pens and papers and computers everywhere (instead of everything neatly out of sight so he can't get to them), drinking twenty cups of coffee, working and not worrying about the time and feeling really good and productive when I knock off for the day. Instead, all I can think of right now is that I should still be working (though my brain shut off ages ago), and please, please, please don't let OH decide he doesn't want to go to the family Sunday dinner tomorrow like he's threatening to. I need him to take J away for a while!!! I need him gone, too!!!