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Oh, sleep, you elusive creature . . .

Three reasons I don’t get enough sleep:

  • Leland
  • Elliot
  • Fulton

Three bad dreams I’ve had about singing in church tomorrow:

  • Forgot my music and Mom (who is the music director) was very mad
  • People clapped at the penultimate climax not the ending  (people don’t even usually clap for songs in our church)
  • Had to play on a not-full-size keyboard, standing up, with a much too low music stand I couldn’t see, and I messed up a lot

Four reasons I’ve had trouble falling asleep:

  • Too much sweet tea from Chick-fil-a
  • Rehashing traumatic moments from Downton Abbey
  • A little gurgle in my belly had me convinced I had the stomach bug (we’ve avoided it this year so far!)
  • I couldn’t remember our third pick girl’s name, which is hilarious because we’ll probably have 7 more boys before we even have a girl to use our first pick. I still can’t remember the third pick.

One of those moms . . . [and some fun links!]

I plunked Elliot down on the floor after the third failed attempt to get him to sleep* and said “I’m going out.”  Brian (wisely) didn’t ask questions. I grabbed my coat and drove alone for the first time in who knows how long and went to Benny’s (a local chain store).  Google said they closed at 9, but when I arrived a big sign said “Open Nights ‘Til 8PM”.  I checked the clock and it was 7:58.  I went in.  It smelled the same as when we went there with my Dad as kids.

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I regularly donate, sell, or at least rotate the kids’ toys to keep them under control.  We don’t have tv so Leland doesn’t know about all the great toys for sale out there, and we go quickly past or around any toy section at the store.  I like to stick to open-ended, non-electronic toys but we have plenty that don’t fit that criteria, too.

But then the Benny’s circular came, and there was a toy that looked an awful lot like an impact hammer, and Leland is really into impact hammers (and pretty much every other kind of truck, thank you Truck Tunes Vol. 1 and 2 . . . and desperation on long trips where we count trucks . . . ). He is the one who found it on the page.  (Side note: Easy entertainment for 2 little boys – throw all the circulars on the floor and let them rip/move/scrunch them)

It’s not an impact hammer, more of a bulldozer with a drill on the back, and from Paw Patrol (a show I think).  It’s not electronic at least.  But this striving-for-minimalism-or-at-least-less-clutter Mom turned into a crazed Black Friday shopper and I had to have this toy.

So there I was, at 7:58 scanning the toy aisle at Benny’s 2 days before the toy even went on sale – I wanted it so bad I would’ve paid full price that very night.  No impact hammer.  I scan again, I check to make sure that was the entire toy section.  It’s past 8 now. And then a nice young man in a tie asked if he could help me and I gladly accepted. No impact hammer.  He took my name and number to hold it for me if they found one.  I probably talked about impact hammers a little too much and probably had crazy eyes but I was on a mission, and excited to be talking to an adult.

The next day I line up my brother to check another Benny’s the day they go on sale if I don’t find one.  The day the sale starts arrives, and I call the store with my name – no one answers.  I call the store my brother could run to  – no one answers.  I remember another one close to me – someone answers!  They check – they have one!  They hold it for me.  We all go out in the pouring rain and retrieve it (as stealthily as possible since Leland was with me).  It’s kind of dinky, actually.  But for $11 I will be giving my child an impact hammer for his birthday in May!

*Elliot’s sleep is pretty terrible lately – I think it’s a 10 months thing.  Sleep regressions are hard when sleep wasn’t that great to begin with.  I have a motto, however, because we subscribe to the “wait-it-out” method of sleep training – I made it up myself, and I think it’s pretty catchy:  No sleep training = no complaining.  So I’m not complaining, just explaining 🙂

I found this post about 9 months helpful:  http://babyshrink.com/2010/why-your-9-month-old-baby-is-so-difficult-all-of-a-sudden

Complaining

I really hate to complain.  Wait, who am I kidding?  I would love to complain all the time but we all know that it just brings ourselves down and nobody wants to hear it.  So here I am going to complain about things that I REALLY shouldn’t complain about, but I have a blog now so I can do whatever I want!

  • Elliot sleeps a lot. 7pm to 3am ish (then til 6ish, maybe up one more time inbetween).  The other day he slept until 5am straight!  This is no good for my milk supply.  The morning after he sleeps so long I choke the poor kid for the first few feedings and then struggle to have enough for him by the end of the day.  He also eats almost every hour during the day and mostly cat-naps, so I think it evens out a little?
  • I have really long eyelashes.  If I wear mascara I usually wear clear mascara.  But man, they keep hitting my glasses! It took me a couple weeks to figure out that was the problem.  I kept thinking I had something in my eye or allergies or something!  I know, boo hoo.
  • I struggled with oversupply of breastmilk for awhile.  It sounds like a good thing, but the poor child was choking and spitting up all the time with it. I know there are many who struggle with low supply (myself included with Leland) and I know that is hard, but oversupply is hard, too!
  • I made this term up: Secondary hyperfertility (Like secondary infertility, but the opposite).  We struggled to get pregnant the first time, but took care of a small issue on Brian’s side and now we have had no trouble.  I have a crazy body and my fertility returns very quickly after pregnancy despite round the clock breastfeeding.  I hate to complain, and I am happy that we most likely won’t have any trouble when we want more kids, but it is burdensome on my conscience that is leaning toward openness to life (I hate to use the phrase “have as many kids as God wants us to” because that is what will happen no matter what we do!).
  • Leland is really smart. A little too smart for his own good.  I’m grateful, but if you have a smart kid you know how this can be annoying at times! And his memory is crazy – he won’t let you forget a promise!
  • Ooh, I think I can really complain about this one: Post-partum morning sickness (and as is the case with regular morning sickness, not restricted to just the morning).  Apparently it’s a thing. I googled it. I’ve already taken two pregnancy tests since Elliot was born.  Thank goodness for Dollar Tree tests (see I told you they would come back up!) that don’t hurt the budget! Also thank goodness for seltzer, my magic cure for morning sickness and heartburn!

Okay done complaining!  I truly am grateful for so many things in my life, but we all need to complain a little sometimes!

Time (Two Weird Things)

I wake up sometime between 5:45 and 6:30 to either feed the little baby or shower first before hubby leaves for work. Baby E has usually been up around midnight and then again around 4:00 (sometimes 2, sometimes 5 – you never know but he keeps sleeping usually so no complaints!). Big baby wakes up between 6 and 7 and gives snuggles to whoever got him, but immediately asks for the other parent. L goes to bed at 6:30pm and sleeps all night in his own crib and room.

I don’t have too hard a time waking up and I get going. I get a little worried if Brian leaves for work while I’m feeding the baby and L isn’t up yet but I manage the rest of the day by myself so why do I worry?

Breakfast, put little one down for morning nap, get big one dressed, try to do Bible time/prayer/hymn with L, maybe go outside for a bit, maybe go to Target. Not necessarily in that order.

First weird thing: Lately around 8:00 I have been getting amazingly tired – Usually the baby is sleeping again already, and I have been laying on the couch and closing my eyes even though I have a 2-year-old around and awake. How can I be so sleepy already?

Sometimes L will lay with me, but then he might also wiggle and whack me in the process. Most of the time he will play nicely by himself (I’m assuming – as far as I can tell while sleeping!?!?). Sometimes he protests my napping, but yesterday he brought me a blankie. One day I woke up and had two blankies and several stuffed animals napping with me. L had two hats on and a chain of link-rings around his neck.

anyway . . .

Snack for L at 9:30 and coffee for me. Hubby has been making some most mornings and I put mine in the freezer to have icy, sometimes slushy, coffee later.

Little one probably up and then down again.

10:30 L goes down for a nap – anywhere from one and half to three hours. Usually baby E sleeps for some of this time, but is sometimes up and down.

I try to eat something, maybe think about taking a nap (I did in the first few weeks when Baby E arrived), spend too much time on the internet, try to accomplish something that is too hard with kiddos up, etc.

Afternoon is a blur of playing with L and Baby E being up and down. Maybe errands, maybe laundry at Grandma and Grandpa’s, etc.

Daddy comes home!

5:00 dinner, 6:00 L takes a bath (Thank you Brian!), 6:30 quick bedtime routine and L is out! Maybe Baby E sleeps soon, sometimes by 8:00.

Brian and I crash and spent too much time on the internet. Think about doing something. Say we should put the phones away. Should do some dishes. Then all of the sudden it is 9:00 and we should go to bed so we get enough sleep (plenty for him, mine interrupted).

Second weird thing: Lately around 9:00 I have been perking up – wide awake – and getting motivated, sometimes I follow through with the motivation (last night I did dishes!) but mostly I just don’t want to go to bed. I don’t know why. But there you have it.

We stay up too late, I am putzy with my bedtime routine, Brian gets a bottle of water for me, and we go to bed. Get up with Baby E a couple times overnight. The End. Begin again. This is life.

Time flies.

P.S. Baby E is 2 months today!