You wouldn't know it, but little kids are scary when they sleep. This is mainly for two reasons. First you are terrified that when they are asleep something might happen, and they will never wake up. Consequently, you feel the need to check on them a million times a night. Second, you are afraid that while you are checking on them they will wake up (which they often do--darn squeaky hardwood floors)
and you will never sleep again. You can see what a quandary we are in at our house. Luckily teaching intro to psychology has taught me that sleep deprivation doesn't really make you crazy, it just feels that way. Isn't that comforting?
Regardless, I would now like to take the opportunity to apologize to my parents for EVERYTHING. That's right, all of it--but especially making you sleep with me all the time when I was little. Just so you know, the mother's curse has worked and my good sleeper is turning into an insomniac while my newbie is not a great sleeper altogether. Ahhh, the sweet smell of payback.
In regard to #2, Hubby and I once discussed the idea of baby straight jackets--which seemed a little cruel, but now I'm considering this:
This product is called "the woombie" and is $25. It's supposed to help your baby not startle itself awake. I was ready to buy ten of them at 4:00 this morning, then I began thinking that I could sew up the arms of his sleep sack pajamas and basically have the same thing for free. This led to a whole winding thought process of how to do it, everything else I need to do, what I should buy people for Christmas, when to make a gingerbread house, if it was too early to eat a grilled cheese sandwich, etc. Finally I just let the little wriggler beside me win, and got up to start the day. (By the way, I ate grilled cheese for breakfast, yum!) And now you see my genetic gift (which I have apparently passed on) for insomnia.
In other news I keep debating about making our blog private. My major concern, however, is that our parents would no longer look at it. Let's be honest Mom, how many times have I told you my login and password to my Costco photo account? (Still love you, and still very sorry!) I haven't decided, but I'll announce it if I do.
Finally, I have a few reccomendations if you want to kill time.
first, G and I looked at this downright stupid sight for hours while we laughed and laughed at dumb things pets do (beware there can be language, I just look at the pictures): http://www.cuteoverload.com/
This story is going all around the web. I have been addicted to this family and their extended family since August:
Her: nieniedialogues.blogspot.com/
Her sister: cjanerun.com/
Her hilarious brother: thejollyporter.blogspot.com/
I wish this woman would be my best friend. Please read the one where she hit their own car in the driveway: borrowedlight.blogspot.com/
I actually have quite a few other people I read regularly who are funny and fun, but I don't know that they would like the exposure. So if I didn't mention you, it's only in an attempt to maintain your privacy. Aren't I polite?
There is no natural end to this post. Out.
