The Big Sleep and yet more Noggin Nuggets.
OK, WTF? Baby D was up at 3am last nite. It wouldn't have bothered me so much, except that I couldn't sleep (AGAIN) and I was up blogging (AGAIN) until past midnight. I heard her little sing-songy cries over the monitor and I was like "she's gotta be fucking kidding". Nope. She wasn't. I waited a few minutes, to see if maybe she'd put herself back to sleep...NOPE. Her cries got louder and more insistent -
(sidenote: When Baby D calls me, she calls out "Reeeee! Reeeee!" I don't know where she got the idea that this is my name, or that it was even remotely close to "Mommy"...or maybe she's given me a nickname and I don't know it. But without a doubt, she's calling for me as she does not use this verbiage with DH)
So Baby D gets a bottle, a burp, and I stick her back in bed. She's wide awake, and babbling away. I put on the mobile, hoping this will lull her to sleep.
Herein lies the problem with having the two of them share a room. I'm laying in bed, listening to Baby D chatting away to the animals that are dancing around in her mobile, and then I start hearing what we call "the drums". THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. These are the sounds of Baby S lifting her legs and dropping them back down to the mattress. It means she's waking up. This is around the time I start bartering with God to put them back to sleep. At some point, God is going to try and collect on all these promises I've made, and I'm going to be in a lot of trouble when that day comes.
My babies are light sleepers. Always have been. Its to the point now where I even dislike getting up to pee in the middle of the night. Every creak of every floorboard under my feet stresses me out. I know what you're going to say: They have to get used to a certain degree of noise, right? I agree with you, totally. But the idea of having to lull one (or both) of them back to sleep at 3am because the sound of the toilet flushing woke them up is not a palatable one for me. Sue me.
Speaking of pee, I sat through a Blue's Clues episode last week where Joe
(yes, Joe. "Steve's" brother. I dislike Joe. He's not as entertaining at Steve was, and I'm waiting for the "E! True Hollywood Story" of Blues Clues to find out exactly what happened to Steve and why he left us with this paltry excuse for a main character)
...but I digress. The episode was all about going to the toilet. I mean, he was talking about the importance of wiping correctly, then flushing and washing our hands. And while I understand the need for such an episode, it struck me as oddly gross. I don't know if it was the idea of this strange looking man of indeterminate age telling my girls about going to the bathroom, or if it was the fact that the mechanics of going to the bathroom were being discussed on TV...either way, I found it funny, yet distressing at the same time.
Have we really gone so far as a society that our children need to be toilet trained by strangers on TV? Cripes.
(sidenote: When Baby D calls me, she calls out "Reeeee! Reeeee!" I don't know where she got the idea that this is my name, or that it was even remotely close to "Mommy"...or maybe she's given me a nickname and I don't know it. But without a doubt, she's calling for me as she does not use this verbiage with DH)
So Baby D gets a bottle, a burp, and I stick her back in bed. She's wide awake, and babbling away. I put on the mobile, hoping this will lull her to sleep.
Herein lies the problem with having the two of them share a room. I'm laying in bed, listening to Baby D chatting away to the animals that are dancing around in her mobile, and then I start hearing what we call "the drums". THUMP. THUMP. THUMP. These are the sounds of Baby S lifting her legs and dropping them back down to the mattress. It means she's waking up. This is around the time I start bartering with God to put them back to sleep. At some point, God is going to try and collect on all these promises I've made, and I'm going to be in a lot of trouble when that day comes.
My babies are light sleepers. Always have been. Its to the point now where I even dislike getting up to pee in the middle of the night. Every creak of every floorboard under my feet stresses me out. I know what you're going to say: They have to get used to a certain degree of noise, right? I agree with you, totally. But the idea of having to lull one (or both) of them back to sleep at 3am because the sound of the toilet flushing woke them up is not a palatable one for me. Sue me.
Speaking of pee, I sat through a Blue's Clues episode last week where Joe
(yes, Joe. "Steve's" brother. I dislike Joe. He's not as entertaining at Steve was, and I'm waiting for the "E! True Hollywood Story" of Blues Clues to find out exactly what happened to Steve and why he left us with this paltry excuse for a main character)
...but I digress. The episode was all about going to the toilet. I mean, he was talking about the importance of wiping correctly, then flushing and washing our hands. And while I understand the need for such an episode, it struck me as oddly gross. I don't know if it was the idea of this strange looking man of indeterminate age telling my girls about going to the bathroom, or if it was the fact that the mechanics of going to the bathroom were being discussed on TV...either way, I found it funny, yet distressing at the same time.
Have we really gone so far as a society that our children need to be toilet trained by strangers on TV? Cripes.
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