i won't pretend to catch up

hi. i am john's mom. you may remember me from such charming anectdotes as "pumping in the janitor's closet" and "letting my son scream himself to sleep ... again."

i don't know where time has gone, and i'm not going to write an annoying catch-up post. that wouldn't be charming at all!

instead, how about a few catch-up pictures?

sleepy baby this morning who only wanted kisses.

i won't pretend that bothered me. tho i was late for work.

yesterday we were slightly less sleepy and in a slightly better
mood. i confess i was still late for work.

this is john in his 1970s-era lollipop leisure suit.
he wore it yesterday. it used to be his daddy's.
the only thing funnier is when john wears it and
dances as i sing the lollipop song. which -
surprise - makes me late for work.

notice a running theme here? perhaps i should wake up earlier tomorrow ... i might make it to work on time ... and i might even have time to tell you about john "napping" in the laundry basket while i played my cello this weekend.

here is my new challenge to myself, beginning tomorrow: a daily picture of my little kookaburra, WITH commentary, every day for 30 days. think i can do it???

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!

pull up your big boy undies

"what time is it? mommy? what oclock?" john's teacher told me something amazing today. "you should bring me some big boy undies," she said, "i haven't changed john in weeks." it seems that at school, since they check in with him periodically to see if he has to potty, and since his very smart teacher has noticed his (very regular) bowel movement schedule, john is potty trained. at 9am at 2pm, she plops him on the toilet. he might sit for 20 minutes, reading a book. when she checks on him, he says, "i just poo-pooin', miss meka." and when he's done, he's good and done. we're not quite that far along at home, but tonight we go shopping for big boy undies. and i'm sure we'll have a few accidents, but that's just a part of the process ... and soon my little boo will be in big boy undies full time. and ... it's a great time for him to be out of diapers. because good lord willing and the creek

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

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