Monthly Archives: September 2012

We are the Champions. Of parents.

Sleep training, night 2 went like this: Put baby down at 9:30pm, baby goes “wah wah” for 2 minutes at 5:45am, baby goes wah-wah again at 7:30am and I feed him.

Sleep training, night 3: Put baby down at 9:00pm, baby has to be woken up by 7:45am so that I can still get out of the house on time. I nurse that baby. That’s a gooooood baby.



May the odds be ever in your favor!

Last night, after I spent the previous night up at 2:35, 3:22, 4:20 (420, y’all), 5:35, 6:44, we decided to begin thee royal sleep training!

For those of you that don’t need heaps of detail: It went pretty well!

For those of you that do, it went like this:

1. Baby Graham put down in bassinet at 9:30pm (we had moved co-sleeper out into the living room)

2. Baby wakes at 4:33 and cries for a solid 10 minutes. Mike realizes the bassinet is actually adjacent to our neighbor’s bedroom wall, feels bad, moves co-sleeper into Virginia’s room (Virginia already in our bed- HER sleep training will begin next week!)

3. Baby falls back to sleep and has a few crying spurts in the 5am hour.

4. Baby wakes and cries for about 5 minutes at 6:22 – I am tempted to go to him but resist, since the goal is not “sleep until 6:22” – the goal is “sleep until 7am”

5. Baby wakes at 7:30am, I immediately retrieve him and nurse him. He has not soaked through his onesie! (Most likely because he was not snacking all night!) He is relaxed and snuggly and immediately falls back to sleep after breakfast, sleeps for another 2 hours.

Dr. Cohen swears that after 2-3 more days of similar treatment, our baby will simply sleep a solid 10-12 hours. I’ll keep you posted!

In other news, I dropped off the 24 pages of paperwork and three checks for the nursery school that V will attend 2 mornings a week beginning in October. Daddy took her over for a little tour the other day and she LOVED it, so there you have it.

Next up: Starting the Graham on some solids! Parsnips were a Virginia favorite so I think I’ll try them for Mr. Baby as well. He seems like the type of guy that will just eat anything.

Summer of Kim!

I really haven’t said enough on here about how awesome it was to hang out with my pal Kim Owens at *least* once a week all summer long. She filled our days with giggles and guffaws and I dunno, probably some other stuff that begins with G? She also provided me (us) with a level of consistency that was positively Canadian in its non-flakiness. Oh and she also takes like TONS of pictures. Here are some of them!

Now I am back at work and Kim has started school and we are still trying to solidify our fall/winter of Kim schedule. Tomorrow.. it begins!

Change o’ the seasons

I’m ready for fall, y’all! Man, September is one of the best months; I love how even the sunlight tries out a new look, managing to sear your eyes at the perfect angle, no matter the time, with its hazy orange glow.

That’s all I got on seasons. Sorry.

Anyway. Here are 2 Virginia quotes from tonight:

(Whilst floating on her stomach in the bath) “I’m like spaghetti with a butt!”

(After her bath, playing with a mouse puppet) “Do you want to play ‘Mouse eating a dirty grape’? (Yes. I did. I don’t want to spoil it, but the mouse ate a dirty grape)

Today was the first day the kids were with their new ‘Monday babysitter’ and I was so super nervous! Everything was fine but Graham had a bad crying / coughing spell in the morning and Virginia refused to have quiet time in the afternoon and demanded multiple Blue’s Clues and Wonder Pets. Now both children are conked out in our bedroom (I bathed one of them! Hooray!) and I have snuck out to eat a can of chickpeas before crawling back in with them. I will most likely be asleep by 10pm. I’m kind of a doodle when Mike’s away?

Everyone is sick!

Except Mike! 

Grammers had to go to the doctor yesterday, which was handy enough because V sounds like a barking seal so both kids got a look-see. Graham got 2 shots and weighs 18lbs 9oz. And V has a cold – nothing more. 

I am back at work, which is neat because I get to wear actual bras and am no longer basing my outfit choices on what can easily be lifted up and resists spit-up stains. 


The other night I slept at the foot of my bed, using a pile of rags and a peed-on blanket as my pillow.


The rest of the bed was occupied by a sprawling toddler, a 6’3″ husband of deceptively broad shoulders and a fleshy baby who will not be disturbed.