under the weather

'bout sums it up.

so, she said self-centeredly, you may have noticed that there was no john update yesterday. there are two good reasons for that:

reason #1: under the weather (see blog title)
there is no one in our family who is feeling 100% right now. ok, buddy might be fine - it's hard to get a self-diagnosis from a dog. but my husband's sinus/tonsil issues appear to be back, i've been exhausted and experiencing belly issues, and john is suffering from some generalized two-year-old malaise that manifests in a desire only to curl up on the couch with a blanket.

reason #2: traffic

that might not seem to make a lot of sense on the surface of things. but yesterday was the worst traffic day i've ever experienced in baton rouge. a tanker carrying isobutane (similar to propane if i understand correctly) was in an accident on i10, so the interstate was closed down in both directions from 3:45 yesterday morning through 6:00am today. this led to the most ridiculous city-wide traffic jam you've ever seen.

it took me 3.5 hours to get to work yesterday. i got to the mall at 11:30 a.m. and, fearful of the commute home, i left at 2:30 to work from home so i could make sure i made it to pick john up on time.

so, after that adventure, i just didn't have a lot of umph left for a blog post.

and apparently, i don't have a lot of umph today either, since this is maybe the lamest post i've ever made. so just focus on that cute blanket-buried kiddo in the pic up there, and maybe tomorrow john's family will be up to more shennanigans and hijinks.

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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