Complain JUST ONCE about the boy sleeping too much...
Yep, bub was up at his usual hour. Did it matter that he'd gone to bed two hours later than usual? No it did not. More importantly, did it matter that mama went to bed at the ripe old hour of 11:30 (versus the sensible 9:30) since surely the boy would sleep in?
We all know the answer to this one.
I'm trying to inch his bedtime later but at 6:30 the boy is done. He sleeps 11 hours on average which is great - but you do the math. And because he gets up so early, it's very hard for him to stay up. And even when he does go to bed later it doesn't seem to matter. 5:20 rolls around -
Mama?
Ma-ma!
Maaa-maaa!
I'm not saying I left him in the crib for an entire hour this morning (he seemed okay once he found his blankie) but we all know what I'm saying.
So what's life like at 10 1/2 months? Grabby. Reachy. With a little sobby talkback thrown in to keep things interesting. The boy has discovered that he can reach a heap of new stuff if he pulls himself to his knees. (Oh, the state of our bookshelf.) He's also obsessed with pushing buttons. A few days ago he learned to turn on the TV. I thought I'd be a genius and teach him to turn the TV off. All you parents know exactly where this is going. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. (small break to pull out all the DVDs and mess with the radio) On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off. On. Off.
Oy.
I tried to distract him by giving him a lovely (de-batteried) remote control which he promptly tossed over his shoulder. (Mama didn't raise no fool.)
Lastly, we have a new tooth (9 total) and a new word. ("Hi!") He has figured out how to work the stereo and if he doesn't like what's on the radio, he turns on the CD player. Yes, really. And yesterday I walked past Sayid from LOST. Shorter than you'd expect. (I also walked past Angelina Jolie today, swear to Christmas. She was wearing the requisite sunglasses/giant hat combo that signals Celebrity but it was the giant dude guarding her that really drew attention. She was rushing down the sidewalk and looked like she'd just gotten her lips done. HUUUUUGE.)
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Good Lord the woman's lips were already ridiculous.
I know lots of people find her to be extremely sexy and all that, but damn she just gives me the willies for some reason.
I thought she was gorgeous until she started getting work done. I really noticed it on the cover of W magazine, the one where she's breastfeeding. I only caught a glimpse of her and all I saw were lips and bodyguard. Still, I was impressed that she was on the street versus the typical Town Car.
i think one of the hardest things about the baby life-adjustment is realizing, at some point, that if you want to get any kind of decent sleep, ya gots to hit the hay early.
i think it's especially difficult when you are the stay-at-home parent, so it's kind of your duty during the work week to get up so early.
i still give my husband the evil eye when he gets to choose to stay up late and watch fun adult tv, while sluff off to bed pretty much right after the last kid is in bed. it sucks. tivo or a tivo equivelent helps. how do families where both parents work deal with this? does everyone go to bed early? what about the weekends?
oh, by the way, i don't get the angelina jolie thing either. sure, she's good-looking, but not THAT good looking. maybe it's a charisma thing? something that doesn't translate in photos?
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