Excuse me, do you have gruel on the kids’ menu?

I have beautiful children.  Would you like one (or both) of them?  *giggle*

Just kidding.  Yes, really.    Although Princess Crybaby has started screeching at us.  Now, I know you’re saying to yourself, “but Mom, you’ve been talking about your pterodactyl for almost two years.  How is this any different?”  And to that I tell you “meat, madam.  Meat.” (that’s from Oliver)

Meat, madam, meat. You’ve overfed him, madam. You’ve raised an artificial spirit in the boy unbecoming of his station in life. If you’d kept him on gruel, madam, this would never have happened.

Really.  I think the key to docile children must be how much meat they eat.  There might be something to that gruel diet after all.

Y’all know I’m kidding, right? 
*arching eyebrow* 


Cereal Diaries – Another Christmas Story Reference

I know I’ve blogged before about this movie and how it was never funny until I became a mother; then it was the funniest thing I’d ever seen.  Ok.  So, here’s a new one for you (because I didn’t truly appreciate this scene until Princess Crybaby came along). 

I NEVER thought this was funny…until NOW.  Princess Crybaby used to eat everything you put in front of her.  EVERYTHING.  Now, it is a chore to find ANYTHING she will consistently eat.  Even *gulp* mac and cheese is a toss-up.  Cooked veggies – forget it.  We have to hide them in something else.  But before I get all frustrated because she won’t eat anything resembling healthy, she won’t really eat much that falls into the other category either.  *sigh*

So, we’ve resorted to making noises and funny faces and whatever else we can think of to get her to give us her best little bird impression and gobble up her breakfast, lunch, dinner – SOMETHING. 

Too bad she isn’t old enough to teach the little piggy move. 

Yes, mommyhood also has two purposes: to inform and entertain.  And now, if you’ll excuse me, that’s my cue.


Princess Crybaby had a spotty week. It started out well enough. Sunday, we went to Summer Fun with about half our church. By Wednesday, she was running a fever. Thinking it was teething, we started advil to keep her comfortable. Going into Thursday, she started refusing food, preferring an occasional bottle. Still going with the teething theory, I figured her gums were sore. I knew she wasn’t getting dehydrated and I wasn’t all that worried about the not eating.

Friday, the fever was gone but we noticed a small number of bumps on her legs and a runny nose. Now I knew we had something other than teething. Saturday morning, (Matt’s birthday) the rash had spread all over her legs, onto her arms and her palms and soles of her feet. She was amazingly grumpy and had a really gross diaper, despite ating very little in the past few days. Have I mentioned how much I love google? I put in all her symptoms and came up with roseola; a virus. The symptoms matched. I wasn’t alarmed, it’s pretty minor and passes quickly, but I knew we needed to go to the doctor. The daycare would take one look at those bumps and freak out.

Fortunately, our pediatrician was working the walk-in clinic. He took one look at her and said it was Hand, Foot and Mouth. Same type of illness as roseola, so I was close. He said she was already on the back-end of it and would be fine for school Monday.

Apparently, if roseola is the harmless cousin of measles, hand-foot-mouth is the harmless cousin of chicken pox. It is called a “summer disease” and is easily spread in swimming pools. It is harmless and passes quickly.

Thank goodness.

I spoke too soon

We are still trying to figure out the magic combination of rocking, singing, stories and other bedtime routines that will help her get to sleep at a decent hour.

CONCLUSION #1: She is some kind of night-owl/morning person mutant.

She won’t go to sleep before about 10 but she wants to get up with me at 6. Um, that would be ok if she was five or six but she still needs more sleep than that. So, by 10, she’s ready to nap.

I know the right answer is the one that works so I’m trying diligently not to stress about this (as Coach likes to say).

Everything else is going super well. She screams like a velociraptor from jurassic park, eats anything you put in her mouth and is starting to walk!!! She’s hilarious and affectionate and funny and exasperating. (does this remind anyone of descriptions of Munchkin?)

CONCLUSION #2: I see a trend in the personalities of my children: brilliant little whirlwinds that can make you want to laugh, cry, pull your hair out – all at the same time…

Yesterday, I started putting the spoon in her hand and letting her feed herself. Yes, it went right in her hair. It was great fun. Getting the spoon away from her to actually get some food into her mouth wasn’t so fun [insert velociraptor screams here].

CONCLUSION #3: Bananas might not be the next big thing in hair gel but maybe they should be. They are quite…effective at freezing hair.

I intend to fill up her little pool this morning so we can put her in it later today. She loves the water.

Life is good.

Update on sleeping

Ahhh…the sweet sight of a peacefully sleeping baby. There is nothing quite like it. Especially when it wasn’t achieved the hard way; with 30 minutes of wailing and gnashing of teeth. And that’s not counting what princess crybaby was doing. Haha

Tonight, i tried something different…

I gave pc her bottle, read her a bedtime story and said prayers with her (like always), and then sat there, rocking, until she was calm enough to put in her crib. Then, instead if leaving the room, I sat back down in the rocking chair while she played quietly another 20 minutes, or so. When she was ready for sleep, she began to fuss in that whiny, “mommy I’m so sleepy but I need a little more cuddling” cry. I picked her up and rocked her in the rocking chair about 10 minutes. She was out.

I’m about to go to bed – it’ll be the first night in a week without a headache.

For the birds

I have officially given up on letting Princess Crybaby cry it out. It feels wrong and cruel and , frankly, Scarlett, I don’t give a damn what the “experts” say. We’re done subjecting ourselves and her to nightly torture rounds.

I sat on the floor, in front of her crib, and let her look at me until she fell asleep. she was hiccuping from crying son hard, but she was peaceful. When I picked her up to soothe her, her little body was clammy from the exertion. This is not the right way. At least, not for us.

I never let Munchkin cry it out and she is a great sleeper. There are some lessons about sleep we might have to wait to teach until she has more language. For now, we will work to find a more peaceful solution.

I downloaded The No Cry Sleep Solution by elizabeth pantley to my kindle app. I’m looking forward to reading it.

Here’s hopin’!

Cereal Diaries – well kinda

She’s crawling!!! About two weeks ago, she decided she’d had enough of this sitting around business, by golly, and started scooting around. Fast forward two weeks and she’s crawling and pulling up to standing on anything sturdy enough to hold her weight.

She really is remarkable. It’s so fun to watch her. it takes me back to the wonder of watching munchkin discover things.

I love being a mommy. It’s the very best job in the entire world.

Munchkin is in the Easter Pageant at UMHB today. She’s missing school which is against my personal policy, but this is a really great opportunity and she’s only missed three days all year and we are down to the last six weeks of school and it’s the last non-testing year and I’m rationalizing. Haha. Can you tell I work in school administration?

Ok, it’s time to get ready to take the kiddo to Belton. Y’all have a great day!