Mommin' It Up!

September 6, 2011September 6, 2011

I shall call him Guantanamo Joe

As Emily mentioned in her touching birthday tribute to moi, we went on a little family vacay this weekend. And it was lots of fun. Plus, I got birthday presents! SCORE! The presents were pretty great, but my favorite part of the weekend was watching all the kiddo cousins play together. They really had a blast, just like Emily and Anna and I used to do. And, still do. Because Emily roped me into helping her with a super-nerdy 1,000-piece puzzle and it was really FUN! Seriously, I may have to get me a starter puzzle and try to catch up with Emily “the Puzzler” Berry! She is pretty B-A-D and by that I mean G-O-O-D!

But anyhoo. We had a blast. Except for the fact that I got 2.2 seconds of sleep the entire weekend. Thanks to my sweet little baby guy, Jonah L. Rapson, a.k.a. the SLEEP NAZI. He kept me up all night, three nights in a row. The longest stretch of sleep I got the whole time was two hours. Man, those babies make you PAY for taking them on a vacation!

The second night, Jonah was in rare form, and I’m thinking he is honing his skills so that he may one day become a secret agent who uses sleep deprivation techniques to extract information from super bad guys. If his performance this weekend was any indication, he is going to be the CIA’s golden boy. He had me up at 10:30, midnight, 1:13 – and he was awake an entire hour until 2:15, then 3:35 THEN 5:30 – he finally slept from 5:30-7:30. That was pretty much the longest night of my life. I hadn’t had such a bad night since Sophie had the stomach flu a year ago and vomited on my every 45 minutes for 12 hours. I told Emily the next day, that I was so desperate for sleep in the middle of the night, and so miserable, that at one point I was seriously considering coming downstairs to the kitchen, writing a note that said, “I GIVE UP”, downing a bottle of Ibuprofen, and letting nature take it’s course.

Sheesh.

I love my little guy, but he sure did a number on me this weekend! Now that we’re home, it’s time for some Ferberizing this week! Since it’s still technically my birthday as I write this, and since I’m totally wiped out, Bobby is going to take the first night. It’s just Daddy and James Bond, Jr.! Mommy’s taking the night OFF!

August 16, 2011August 16, 2011

Sick baby

Sick baby today. He was up most of the night and has a 101.2 fever. I was able to get a 9:30 doctor appointment for him. Not sure if I’ll be able to get a post up today or not, stay tuned!

**Edited to add**

The Dr. *thinks* it’s “Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease” – yay {sarcasm}. No treatment, just fluids and tylenol for fever/pain. Jonah is extremely uncomfortable and sad, and therefore no “real” post will be forthcoming today! If my mom weren’t here helping me I wouldn’t even be writing this sentence.

Have a great day everyone!

July 22, 2011

Our Baby of Perpetual Anger

Jonah baby turned seven months this week. Seven months! How has this happened? I still feel like time should be passing half as quickly as it does. But alas, he’s growing up. And it’s kind of ticking him off!

You see, although my other kids waited until the ripe old age of eight months or so to crawl, Jonah wants to crawl NOW. (Like how I put my Pilates mats on our hardwood floor to aid him in his ambitions? Also, please note crap under coffee table!) And he is so close. Every day I think, “It will be today.” He can move around a lot and he’s getting pretty fast, but he can’t quite crawl and do it exactly how he wants to yet. And it’s making him MAD and cranky and generally discontent. He also doesn’t like it when I get in his face and take away whatever thing he’s reached that he shouldn’t have that his negligent siblings have left on the floor…oh, the baby proofing is giving me a serious headache!

Jonah-Jo is no longer content to be contained in his swing or exersaucer, he wants to be on the floor trying to get his crawl on at all times. But since that often involves him fussing through the process, I’m ready for this milestone to be checked off the list! Even if it does mean me scrambling after him more and more, I’m ok with it, if it means him fussing less and less.

I’d also be ok with hiring a nanny to supervise this milestone, but …I guess I’m just gonna hafta power through it.

And also, we’re starting Ferber again tonight so that this kid might actually SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT! His sleeping has taken a real dive since this mobility thing started, and Bleary-Eyed Mommy is much less tolerant of Angry Baby than Well-Rested Mommy is.

Wow, that just gave me a great idea for a brand of dolls.

So, what milestones made your baby the most frustrated? (Not to mention you!)