Bedtime Bliss

A few weeks or so ago I posted about Christopher’s horrible sleep habits and how my husband and I were basically turning into zombies. Around the beginning of March we couldn’t take it any more, and so we began sleep training. I won’t bore you with all the details, but I will tell you that Little Man was very resistant at first. He has now made so much progress, and he goes to sleep on his own! If he wakes at night, all it takes is a quick check from Mama or Dada and he lays back down and goes to sleep again. So much better! Naps, on the other hand, still are not going well. But I will take the night time sleep!!

Part of sleep training was the incorporation of a set bedtime routine, put in place to signal CW that it is time to sleep. He LOVES this routine!

The other night my heart became so full of joy and love. First of all, as I carried him off into his room for bed, I half-heartedly remarked, “Chris, say goodnight to Dada!”

You can imagine my happy surprise when he took his Nuk out of his mouth, looked at Dave, and said, “Nigh-night!”

We had purchased a white noise machine for his room, and when I brought him in and turned it on, again the Nuk came out and he grinned at me and went, “Shhhhhhhh…”, imitating the sound of the machine. We sat down to read some books and he will point at the pictures and turn the pages of the books he likes, or he will push away a book if he doesn’t want that one read. We read three, and then I turned out the light and began to rock and sing to my sweet boy. He cuddled into my chest and layed his head down on my shoulder. We stayed that way for about five minutes before my baby picked his head up and began kissing me.

“Are you ready for sleep?” I ask.

Christopher nods his head yes. I put him down in his crib and he begins to stand up. I figured it was too good to be true and now he is going to cry. No, wait…I’m wrong. He turns his face up to me for one last kiss before sitting back down, watching silently as I leave the room. And there is quiet, and if I listen on the baby monitor very carefully, I can hear the sound of the steady breathing of sweet baby slumber.


Snowfall in March

Blech! More snow?!! That is what most of us here in the Northeast have been thinking. It’s March, it’s snowing, and we are filling your Facebook newsfeed with our whining, moaning, and complaining about it. Today, however, as the snow fell down outside, I took a moment to think back to November of this year, when we had our first snowfall.

It was the day before Thanksgiving and everyone was in a panic about travel plans, the roads, etc! Since my family is all close by, I didn’t have to worry. My husband was out working, but his truck drives really well on wet, slushy roads. The house was warm and quiet and both of my babies were home. Christopher happened to take a great, long nap that day, affording me a rare mommy-daughter day with Leah. We sat at her little table right next to the front window, stringing beads and watching the snow fall gently from the sky outside.

In November, snow is a promise of things to come. Holidays, magic, laughter, and love and that will fill your home and your heart during the season. Outside it is cold, but somehow, the first snowfall always represents the warmest warmth that you will feel all year round. I felt cozy and content on this particular day, and full of hope.

Somehow, between fall and spring, the holiday magic dissipates, the warmth turns ice cold, and we begin to hate the snow. We loathe the winter. The beautiful untouched white of November has become dirty and messy looking. It has begun melting, frozen over, been rained on, and snowed on some more. We are damp and chilly, and our feet are cold. We long for the sunshine to warm our faces and thaw our hearts.

Today, though, with a single memory of a moment in time I could never get back, I embraced the snow. At least as much as I possibly could. I am not going to throw some boots on and make a snow angel, but I enjoyed another quiet day indoors with my children. I filled my home with laughter and love, and I felt warm from the inside out. Mirroring the beginning of the season, Chris took another great nap, and I had another precious hour of time with my sweet girl.

If you are in the Northeast and you are cold and damp, remember it will be over soon, and try to hang on to November. Love can happen in any season, and if you let it in, it just might warm you up.

You Spin Me Right Round

I have heard of kids hitting their heads on the floor during a tantrum, or on the wall. I have heard of kids who scream, kick, bite, and throw themselves down on the floor. I have heard of kids who begin destroying whatever is in their reach when they throw a fit.

Not my son.

When CW gets upset (usually because I say NO to something he wants) he begins to whine and spin himself around in a circle as fast as he can until he falls over.

It’s hilarious, I am not going to lie. I have the whackiest kids!


I haven’t yet shared with you all that I am now a working woman. I haven’t given up my role as mother/homemaker extraordinaire, but rather I have found myself a happy medium working several nights per week in a group home for adolescents. It is great experience for me doing some rewarding albeit often frustrating work, but I am also still at home during the day for the kids.

Dave is doing an awesome job picking up the slack and taking over on the nights when I work. He makes dinner, gives the kids their baths, picks up the playroom, does Leah’s homework with her, and gets them both off to bed. It’s a lot for one person to do!

Last night he got CW to bed, and then looked at the disastrous mess that was the playroom. He asked Leah to help him pick up.

“No way!” she replied. “I don’t want to. I didn’t even make this mess. It was Chris.”

“I know,” Dave said. “But it would really help me out and make it faster if you would just do this with me.”


“How about if I give you a dollar?”

“Make it two dollars and you’ve got a deal.”

Leah is now two dollars richer. That’s my girl!

2:30pm, Monday through Friday

That is one of my favorite moments of the day during the week. No matter if Christopher is engrossed in playing with a toy (or being a “toy-nado!”) or if he is being fussy and cranky and clinging to me. At 2:30pm, I check the clock and say,

“Chris, it’s time to go get Leah!”

He stops dead in whatever he is doing, grins from ear to ear saying, “Hehe!” and runs over to hand me his shoes. We get into the car (it’s cold out!) and head up to the bus stop, where he eagerly and impatiently waits his big sister’s arrival. When she gets in next to him, his face lights up, and hers does, too.

It melts my hear. Every. Single. Time.