Busted

Today G uncovered our stash of cinnamon bears. He started to question me about it and I told him to go ask his dad. Apparently this is what he said:

"All you and mom do after I go to sleep is sit around and eat candy!"

Whoops! Busted!

Help!

E has been waking up at 4:30 in the morning for the past 2 weeks and we are going crazy. It's not just that he wakes up and cries a little, he wants to start his whole day and won't take "no" for an answer. We have tried letting him cry it out (doesn't work), we have tried rocking him (works for an hour), and we have just given up and given him his requested "nana" (banana) and let him watch pbs until a more reasonable hour. I think he might be teething and the pain is waking him up, but when we try to give him medicine he refuses to take it. We have tried putting it in water for him to drink but he doesn't like the taste. I would give him milk or juice too but he is a strictly water kid--he doesn't really like other drinks.

So bearing in mind that it is at 4:3o in the morning and we are stumbling around tired and a bit demented, what are some tried and true solutions from any of you who have faced a similar problem?

Maybe he is just trying to get us ready for the sleep deprivation coming in a couple of months!?

Nothing like spring training!

Updates

So a few things have happened recently that I need to update here on the blog

1. My hair

I chopped off all of my hair. Then I remembered that when my hair is short I can never get it to look exactly how I want. Whoops! Oh well. My hair was long enough that I donated it to Pantene to be made into wigs for cancer patients--so that makes me feel like it was worth it anyway. Here is a picture with my beautiful pregnant face. Bleh.

Surprisingly, G said he liked it because I look like Susan from the movie Monsters vs. Aliens. I wish! I'll take it as a compliment, though.

2. Meadow Gold

I contacted Meadow Gold through a different email address and received a very prompt response and apology email. I was happy for the response, but a little disappointed that all I got was an apology. A couple of days later, however, I received a letter in the mail with another apology plus coupons for a free carton of ice cream and free ice cream bars. I am now much happier with their customer service and will be giving their ice cream another try. Yeah!

3. E is now 18 months

This is the only picture he would let me take of him with his bear. Lovely.

4. Hubby only has a couple of weeks left of school work, then a few months of clinicals (internship) until he is done with school.

We are all so excited we can barely stand it.

That's all for now!

Favorite General Conference Quotes via G

G: You mean there is more?! Ahhh!

(After we sat through the first of the four sessions.)

G: I do NOT like that man's eyebrows!

(They were really bushy and dark.)

G: Does everyone have to talk about death?

(After about the fifth talk where they had mentioned some horrible dying situation.)

G: He isn't allowed to talk about baseball. They're supposed to talk about JESUS.

(After a general authority told a baseball joke/story.)

G: President Monson is kind of bald.

I appreciated his little comments. It's interesting to see what other people notice--especially observant little children. At least we know he was sort of paying attention (that's more than I can say for myself sometimes! At times I tend to drift...mmm candy.)

The Cinnamon Bear Incident of 2010

One of my all time favorite candies are cinnamon bears. I go in phases where I will buy an entire bag and refuse to share with anyone in the family. You know, because I'm super generous like that. Anyway, this story begins way back last August. The boys and I went on a trip to visit my parents for two weeks and left hubby home alone to work. We missed him so much, but he actually missed us way more because things were pretty quiet around the house. A few days after our joyful reunion when hubby was back at work and we were settling back in, I was admiring how well he had cleaned the house while we were gone. I was scoping out his under the bed organization when I saw a plastic grocery sack under his nightstand. Of course I didn't even hesitate in taking it out and peaking inside to see what he was hiding. Imagine my excitement when I found a 5 pound bag of cinnamon bears! I knew that in missing us so much he had been overcome with a fit of romance and had bought my favorite candy to surprise me with in the future. I carefully put it away and waited for his surprise.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Occasionally I would check--they were still there--but he hadn't opened the package and given me any. I was perplexed. What in the world was he saving them for?

I waited

and waited

and waited some more.

Until finally...Valentine's day hit. I knew he hadn't gone to the store and since we were doing small gifts I wasn't surprised when he said he had to go to the bedroom and get something for me. "This is it!" I thought, "Only 7 months later and I am finally getting my cinnamon bears!"

Except when he came back from the room he had a tiny little cellophane package of cinnamon bears and a card.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" I thought. I knew he had a 5 pound bag sitting in that room and he had just opened it up and partitioned a handful out to give to me 7 months later. I was done waiting. This is when I decided to put my plan into motion. I decided that if he wasn't going to share the ginormous bag, I would start buying bags of my own to see how long it would take him to break down and admit that he had them.

The first time I bought a bag he just watched as I ate them. "Bought a bag of cinnamon bears I see," he said. "Yep, there just wasn't enough in that little bag you gave me so I bought more," I said. "Hmm." he said.

After that over the next few weeks, I bought a few more bags. Each time he would make a comment and I would just happily eat them and refuse to share. "This is my candy!" I would say. "You guys can have something else."

Finally one night hubby hit his breaking point. "I'm having some!" he declared when I refused to share, "and I'll show you why!" He marched indignantly into our room while I followed trying not to laugh. "Why?" I asked innocently.

"Because of THIS!" he proclaimed, grandly pulling out the 5 lb. bag and dumping it on the bed. I erupted in laughter, "Yeah I know," I said. He stopped. "You what?" "I knew," I laughed, "you've had it under there for forever and it was driving me crazy." His triumphant look started to fade, "So you bought all those bags knowing that I had this under my dresser?" I couldn't stop laughing as he just stared at me for a second completely dumbfounded, and then began laughing. "Got you," I said. And we both sat and watched t.v. and pigged out on cinnamon bears for the rest of the night.

Love you honey! Next time, don't wait 8 months to fess up!