that's what pto is for, right?

so i'm on vacation!

ok not really. but i'm using paid time off (pto) to stay home with a sick baby boy, so i'm trying to make it sound more awesome.

poor kiddo has been sick since thursday, tho he got much worse overnight last night. good news is, doc says he just has a virus and we can keep an eye on him and he'll be ok. bad news is, he's fussier than i've ever seen him, and so congested that he can hardly sleep or eat. poor wee man!

on sunday, we left john with his auntie to have an adults-only afternoon at the couples wedding shower for some friends of ours. it was actually pretty great to to interact with other adults without a child on my hip - don't get me wrong, i love having him along at these types of events and he does great, but i'd sort of forgotten how nice it is to just have a glass of wine and chat with everyone else.

of course, i then let john stay up way past his bedtime that night, so i could spend some time with him. i missed the kid!

speaking of, he wants to go ask the nice man on the beach to give mama another mai tai, so i'll sign off here.

(just kidding. he wants milk of course. but it's not vacation without a man on a beach giving me mai tais, right?)

Comments

on lullabies

i am not a singer. if you've sat behind me in church, you know this to be true. (and i'm sorry.) a musician, yes. a singer no. and yet i find myself singing to john almost nonstop. and the beauty is, he seems to actually like it! (there's no accounting for taste. he also thinks i'm the most beautiful woman in the world. i'm no ogre, but i'm certainly not winning any beauty contests outside of my son's brain!) and actually, i've written some lullabies for john that are pretty nice. and it made me think: did your parents sing to you? do you remember what they sang, and better yet, if you have kids, do you sing the same songs to them? reply in the comments!

i'm furberizing my baby

ok, let's get this straight right off the bat: i don't know if i am literally following dr. furber's methods of sleep training. there are so many versions out there. but saying we're furberizing john is WAY more fun than saying that i'm letting him cry his little lungs out in an attempt to teach him to sleep on his own. it's night two of our efforts. he went right to sleep last night, which was great. and he slept for 5.25 hours (!!!!) before waking up at 2:30 a.m. when he woke up crying, i let him cry for 5 minutes before going in to soothe him. (the soothing barely works at all, by the way, but it's what i'm supposed to do ...) then i let him cry for 10 more minutes before going in to soothe him again. next on the agenda was a 15 minute stretch of crying - but he fell asleep after 8 minutes. so a sum total of 22 minutes of crying. not too bad for night two. i've heard night three can be the worst ... so we'll hold on to our hats tonight. mean

home

annapolis rock 1988 thirty years ago, my family moved from denton, tx, to a tiny rural town in the mountains of maryland. i remember being sad as we sold our things (we were packing everything into two old cars to drive north) and actually crying over the sale of our washing machine. transition does strange things to kids' emotions. yet i remember arriving, excited, into this strange green mountainous place, and i remember even more anticipation as we found a home ("the old taylor place") and got ready for school to start at smithsburg elementary. third grade -- the same grade john starts this school year. i remember meeting my first friend on a dusty dirt road - the "alley" that ran behind the high school tennis courts and athletic fields from our home just at the town's outskirts to her home just outside downtown. (if you've never known a small town downtown, that's probably hard to envision). it was an amazing place to be a child. 199

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