The Thanksgiving Miracle

27 Nov

IMG_9612.JPGEveryone knows that the one thing my super amazing 21 month old doesn’t do well, is sleep.

We’ve had nannies quit, give up, and cry because they couldn’t get him to nap. I’ve had the “I’m a terrible mom” guilt countless times, because I can’t get him to nap. We’ve sleep trained for months on end. It’s been a process.

The person who seems to get him to sleep the best, is my father in law, and well, he lives 300 miles away in Nevada, sooooo….

I nap with him.

I’ve always justified this because I only have a few days a week with him, when we’re both home at nap time, sometimes, only 1. Who doesn’t love a forced nap on the weekends?

Well, he has been napping at daycare for almost 6 months and I’ve doubted them every time they say “he napped great!” Of course they’re lying…. Or talking about someone else’s kid. Cuz on the weekends, when we do get to cuddle/nap, it’s rarely a “good” nap, but it’s our thing and hey, I’m down with naps.

Cut to this week.

I’ve been taking a class on Sunday afternoons that prohibits me from napping. As much as I’m learning in the class, I stress out about “someone’s” sleep the whole first half of it. I can’t be the one to put him down or he cries for “boobboobs” and “mamas shroom” or “hug you”, so I’ve finally figured out that if daddy does it, eventually it works out. For the first 5 weeks, Grant was able to stay home from school long enough to put him down, then leave, then a babysitter/friend/sister would show up to watch him, and I’d leave.

Last Sunday, Grant had to leave early because of finals/studying. After 30 minutes, I was finally able to get him down for a nap, then I left the house.

Yesterday I had a half -day at work, so because last Sunday was a fluke (had to have been, right?), I planned on cooking all of my items for Thanksgiving dinner while he was “napping great” at school, on Wednesday.

Tuesday night was a mess. I’m sure I can thank teething for our lack of sleep this week, because every once in a while, night time sleeping is bad, but this week, it was several nights in a row. When I dropped him off in the morning, a newer teacher received him from me. I told her that he’d been up all night (from 11:45pm-4:00am… I’m not exaggerating!! Terrible sleeper!!), and she said “well, he’s our best napper, so I’m sure he’ll make up for it then!”

What?!

She knows that REMY is my kid, right? Not one of the other kids? She’s talking about the boy I just handed to her, right?

According to her, “I just lay him down, put a blanket on him and he’s out like a light!”

Dear all the nannies and baby sitters of Remy naps past. THANK YOU!!! Your sweat and tears have paid off and my kid’s the best napper at school!!

Well, I continued on my way of making all my Thanksgiving Day fixings yesterday (just in case I had to join him on the nap wagon).

IMG_9585.JPGSomehow, I managed to get my son to sleep in as little as 10 minutes today. I’m still in shock.

It’s Thanksgiving Day and my work is done, my kitchen is clean, my food is made, I’ve showered (hooray!) and put makeup on (double hooray!) and will actually be ready to leave my house on time for my sister’s, provided that he wakes up on time.

Clearly, I’ve also had time to blog… How is this even real life?! This nap thing is genius!!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!! It’s a miracle!!!

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Warsh Your Moulth Out…

6 Nov

Ever said a word too many times, then forgotten how to spell it? You know, like the super big words. Things like “and”, “the”, and “mouth”… Malth, mouth, moulth… What is this word?! Why do some people say “warsh” and why do we put an “L” in mouth? Is it supposed to be there? Mooouuuuuttthhhh…. No L, right?

The more you say it, the worse it sounds.

Happy Thursday ya’ll. the week is almost over. Time to start planning all the good foods for your MAULTH.

City Living, Fur Babies, Time Changes and Motherhood

3 Nov

IMG_9300.JPGThese things are all good on their own, but combined, they sort of blow.

1. CITY LIVING:
Our backyard isn’t connected to our house. It’s a side yard with an open driveway and a gate blocking the garages from the yard. Confusing. Why is this a big deal? It’s a big deal because I can’t open a door to let my

2. FUR BABIES
out to go potty after being cooped up in the house all day. My options are, 1. Wear my 28lb toddler in a backward-facing Ergo, and walk the naughty fur babies to get them to “go” (which pretty much makes me look/feel like a monkey, cuz they’re horrible to control) or 2. Take them in the yard and let them go there. This has been our ideal situation all summer, since Remy started walking, because he loves playing outside on the concrete driveway or in the yard, but now???? Now????

3. TIME CHANGE!!!
This is not a fun time of year anymore!!! The baby can’t play outside while the pups do their business because it’s dark so early and I can’t see the pups and the baby in the yard (which has no light). “Fall back” has been a lifelong favorite. Being granted an extra hour of sleep has always been my heaven! Cooler air in the days and chilly nights means getting to snuggle up on the couch sooner! Darkness early has always meant sweaters were needed! Well, with

4. MOTHERHOOD
This is no longer possible!!! I’m up at 4, instead of 5, and am literally going insane. Tonight, my dogs won’t poop, my baby wouldn’t sleep, we were up before 5:00am, I worked all day, and now I’m tired. I just want the kitchen to be clean, tomorrow’s dinner prepped, the laundry folded, my baby to wake up at 7, not 4 or 5, the sun to stay in the sky when I get back from work, and my dogs to either learn how to be more mannerly on-leash, or poop in the yard, on command (should that really be so hard??).

End rant.

Please baby; stay asleep tonight. All night.

Please puppies; poop on command. I beg you.

Please sunshine; don’t got to sleep so early.

Please moon; stay put just a little longer in the morning.

And the Best Costume Goes Tooooo…

3 Nov
The best darn "elly" in all the land.

The best darn “elly” in all the land.

Remington Arnow!

aka “Memy Aahhhno”

As a mom, there are a few things that I look forward to being able to experience with Remy, that I never really had the opportunity to enjoy when I was a kid. Halloween is probably the biggest one.

I was raised in a VERY conservative home, with parents who chose to have “Glory to God parties” instead of celebrating halloween. Yes. We were the family who passed out bible tracts and popcorn (cuz you could do that in the 80’s) to all the neighborhood kids who were dressed up, celebrating “satan’s birthday”. Cool, right?

Regardless of my own personal beliefs, my parents did what they thought was right, and I can’t judge them for our differences of opinion, or practice. But, I can choose to do things however I please with my own kids.

The year I found out I was pregnant, I had JUST started working for Dailey. In October, I was just out of my first trimester and not too many people knew me, let alone knew I was pregnant then, so I dressed up as a bank robber. My belly was my bag o’ cash, and no one really “got it”. I thought I was hilarious.

YEAR ONE:

Belly Smuggling Bank Robber

Belly Smuggling Bank Robber

The next Halloween, Remy was just 8 months of bubbling baby chub and I put some thought into our costumes once again. I found an amazing monkey costume and decided to become a banana tree… He was still nursing A LOT, so I had bananas in the appropriate place. Again, hilarious… to myself. I don’t have any great photos of my costume, but COME ON. Look at that face. A funny thing about this costume, was that my sister and our friend brought Remy to meet me in the office. With a BRIGHT GREEN WIG on, my baby still knew exactly who I was, from across the room. Mama baby bonds are pretty incredible.

YEAR TWO

Baby Monkey in his Banana Tree

Baby Monkey in his Banana Tree

This year, I decided to look for costumes in line with Remy’s favorite animals and liked the elephant costume best. Originally, Grant and I were both going to be elephant trainers, and he would be a baby elephant, but on Sunday, I changed my mind. He would be the trainer and I, once again, would be a food item… maybe it’s time to wean.

Here we are as a baby elephant and a bucket of peanuts.

YEAR THREE:

Baby "Elly" and his big ol' bucket of peanuts.

Baby “Elly” and his big ol’ bucket of peanuts.

I plan to continue this habit of mine for as long as he can stand it, or stand me. Halloween is becoming one of my absolute favorite days of the year.

***Thank you, Don Lupo, for the great pictures! 

Thursday Truth.

23 Oct

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This is dinner time.

Some times I think “if I didn’t have to work all day, my house would be so much cleaner!” Then, this reality check hits me. This is what happens when we’ve been home for 20 minutes. If I were home 8 hours a day, how much worse would it be??? Ok, the dishes in the sink, the laundry piles in the washroom, all that hoopla was there before we got home, but whatevs. You get it. If I didn’t have to spend so much time cleaning up after reheating leftovers cooking dinner, maybe I’d have the energy time to focus on the laundry. I know you could say “he made the mess, let him pick it up!” But I do. And normally, he’s great for about 3 items. He says “pick up” and puts 3 items away, then everything derails and he finds something in the drawer he’s putting things away in, to take back out. It’s our cycle.

So without fail, I spend post bedtime cleaning the one room in the house I can control (the kitchen) and then I think about folding more laundry, but rarely get to it.

Speaking of airing my dirty laundry, look at this pile of awesome:

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I walked away for 3 minutes… I swear, sometimes having two pugs and a toddler, really means I just have 3 toddlers.

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