The following night, I offered him a choice. He could sit on my lap in the rocker as long as he was still, or he could go to bed. He screamed and kicked me. Bed it is. I was going to give him 10-12 minutes of screaming before I went in there and offered him the choice again, but at 10 minutes exactly, the screaming stopped and was replaced by tired mumbling.
Every night since, he's been offered a choice between quiet snuggling, and going to bed. He snuggles for a couple minutes, and then gets squirmy, so he goes to bed. It's only been a week, but he's actually beginning to just point to his bed as soon as I sit down in the rocker- he wants to go to bed. He still puts up a 30 second token protest, where he screams until he's breathless, but then settles down and either plays quietly, or goes to sleep.
It's only been a week, but I'm very impressed with him. Plus, it's having an unexpected effect on his sleeping in general- most of the time, if he does wake up during the night, he goes right back to sleep because he knows it's what he's supposed to be doing. The only time this week when he did wake up and need some milk was my fault- I mis-timed his bedtime snack.
Also with the newly warm weather, he gets to go outside all the time. That helps him sleep better, but it's also annoying because he points to the door constantly when we're inside, and wants to go out (I swear, we have a puppy). This leads to the first item on this list of things I never thought I'd say. Husband calls me at work. "Hey, is it ok if our son is eating dandelions?" I think for a second. "well...I guess as long as he doesn't eat too many." "ok, how many is too many?" At this point we both start laughing because we realize the absurdity of the conversation.
Then tonight we had "no, don't drive on daddy's face." and "no, keep your tongue in your mouth if you want to give mommy kisses". (I know that baby kisses are open mouthed and sloppy until they figure it out, but I don't need to be licked, too).
Still no actual walking, though. He's capable, just...lazy. He doesn't even try and just fall over. It's like he wants to be certain he has it mastered before he's even going to do it at all. And we removed the coffee table from the living room because he hit his head again and we can't find any bumpers that aren't ass-ugly.
I've been cooking some tasty stuff lately. I've gotten pretty good at stuff that seems complicated but really isn't, though I kind of cheat and use frozen veggies and stuff instead of fresh. Like the other night, I tossed some steak bits in a pan with some balsamic vinegar, cooked them until they were done. cooked some pasta, and then dumped in some jarred alfredo sauce, some chopped spinach, and the steak. Looks and tastes somewhat gourmet, but is extremely easy. Also recently- steamed peas, bits of bacon, on spaghetti with alfredo sauce. I also have perfected my stir fry thing. I don't know what else to call it. Basically, I take a bag of frozen stir fry veggies, cook those in a wok, and meanwhile cook whatever meat I want to use (or if I'm in a hurry, it's canned chicken) and prepare a package of a complementary flavor of ramen. Drain all the water from the noodles, put in half the seasoning packet, and the other half on the veggies. Meat and noodles in the wok, and toss it all together. Cheap, simple, and satisfies my craving for Chinese food just enough that I don't get takeout as much anymore. Tonight, in addition to dinner, I made the first rhubarb torte of the season, since it just got big enough to start hacking at.
On another random note, we're probably joining a church soon...which is kind of weird because we haven't been members of a church since we've been adults, and it's not the religion we grew up in either. We want to get Little Mister baptized at some point also, but that's a problem in itself because we can't decide on godparents. We want our son's godparents to be a good example of how to make good choices in life, but we fear that our choice of people will set off all sorts of stupid family politics, and we want to avoid that too. Argh.
anyhoo. It's late, and I should take advantage of the fact that my boy stays sleeping all night.
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