Sep 27, 2012


Max and Kins have both been having sleeping problems lately. I am daring to hope that the worst is over and we're settling into a routine that will allow me to have a short term memory again.

Kins all of a sudden became afraid to go to sleep, naps included. She would scream and sob that she wanted to sleep with mommy and daddy. The first night that this fear randomly struck, I spent two hours getting her to sleep after she got so worked up she was sobbing and gasping hysterically. She actually let me rock her to sleep, which hasn't happened in probably a year. She was upset when I put her in her crib, but I convinced her to lay down and let me play with her hair. She didn't like when I moved away from her crib, but allowed it if a sang to her. And so on until I was out in the hall. She woke up in the night afraid too. The next night it was more of the same, but a little easier. I've tapered her off to the regular routine, and although she protests on principle now when I leave, she's not actually scared any more. She's slept through the night for several nights now without waking for more than a few seconds. I think things are just about back to normal with her. She still wants the light on when she falls asleep, but if I turn it off when I go to bed she doesn't notice or wake up scared.

Max's sleeping hasn't been great for months now. He was waking regularly at least 3x per night for a long time, but recently, it got to be 6 times a night or so. Tim and I were total zombies. I tried everything I could, but just like it did a couple of times with Kins in the past, it finally came down to letting him cry. I hate letting my babies cry. It's terrible. But, at some point, it becomes less terrible than living in a perpetually sleep deprived state. A few nights ago I started letting him cry some in the night when he woke up. At first, he still woke up 6x, but he went back to sleep without becoming devastated 3 of those times. Then he woke up 4x. And then, last night, he woke up 3x and only needed to eat twice. The other time, he went back to sleep in 3 minutes. For his age, he shouldn't actually need to eat overnight at all, but for now I'll be thrilled if I can get him waking and eating just once. I feel hopeful. I think we're moving in the right direction.

Sep 18, 2012


Kins and Max have each given me something to brag about over the past week. Max has started doing the army slither. He can easily slither a couple of feet if there's something of interest nearby. It's amazing how fast it developed. First, he would scoot a couple of inches with his legs, but be so focused on his back end, that his face would drag across the floor. Then, just a few days ago, he started getting up on his knees and rocking forward and backward until he'd launch forward, still on his face. Yesterday he got a little more coordinated and was able to slither along with his head up, a big improvement.

Kins has finally started actually wanting to walk places instead of demanding to be carried. It's fun to see her getting exercise and exploring the world on her own. It means I don't have to take the stroller everywhere, because I can wear Max and follow Kins around instead of having to carry one and push the other in the stroller.

Sep 8, 2012


After running an errand recently, I noticed a situation developing nearby while I was loading up the kids. The woman parked in front of me was honking her horn repeatedly, futilely trying to attract the attention of the man sitting in the big box truck that had just pulled into the space next to her. The truck was parked just a few inches from her car and she obviously felt she would be unable to get out of her parking space unless he moved it. The situation looked like this:
She was honking like mad and screaming at the top of her lungs. I'm not positive if it's true, but in my memory, she had spittle spraying out of her mouth and she was shaking her fist. A minute or so went by, and the truck driver had yet to notice that anything was happening. He was relaxing in his seat, munching on a snack and blissfully spacing off.

The honker was becoming increasingly agitated the longer the truck driver failed to notice her. A woman who had just finished parking saw what was happening, and felt the best solution would be to offer to guide the honker out of her space. Helper assured the honker that she could back out easily, and offered to guide her. She had the honker pull back a little. I had finished strapping in Kins, and had walked halfway over to ask the truck driver to pull forward into the space next to my car. But, at the moment, under Helper's careful tutelage, honker pulled forward again right into my car. There was a small crunching sound. I guess I was scowling some after that, because Helper quickly told me, "Oh! There's no damage! It was just rubbery," she assured me.

I figured I was already almost to the truck driver's window and I may as well get him pulled forward and then evaluate the damage. By the time I had walked to the truck driver's window, honker had managed to squeeze out of her car, and had approached his passenger window. She shrilly screamed, "You assssssshole!" (Asshole was really drawn out the way she screamed it.) Finally, at that moment, I saw truck driver's expression change from blissful space off, to "Huh? What?" He started rolling down his passenger window to figure out what the  honker was so mad about. She continued, "Fuck you asshole! You won't even move your car, you JERK!" Then, he noticed me tapping on his driver's window, and seemed pleased to divert his attention my direction. He promptly rolled down his window and, sunflower seeds spilling out of his mouth, said, "What's going on??" He was clearly completely baffled. I said, "Oh, that woman is having a hard time backing out. Would you mind pulling forward into the next space?" He was obviously relieved that was all he was going to have to do and quickly did it.

Helper had wandered off promptly after assuring me there was no damage. I checked, and indeed, there was no damage. I hopped in my car and started pulling out. Helper woman was sitting frozen in her driver's seat. Hands at 10 and 2 on her steering wheel, staring straight forward. She remained this way until after I pulled out and drove off.

Sep 3, 2012

Kins Says

Kins calls the Berenstain Bears Books "Dr. Bean Bears". I really don't have a clue where the doctor part came from.

She likes to grip your head firmly, pull your forehead into hers, and growl/whisper "very!". Tim says there was some evolution of the tradition to get it to this stage. He said he remembers it made sense at first with whatever they were doing. I saw them doing this a few days ago, and he says it's been a tradition for a month or so. She likes to "very" Max and Mommy too now.

My butt crack was hanging out one day and she pointed to it and said, "Daddy break Mommy's back!" She's a big fan of pointing out broken things and asking if we can fix them.

After pooping lately she likes to look wearily at me and say, "We don't need to change Kin's diaper". It's how I know she pooped.

If something comes on the tv that's not a cartoon she will ask, "Mommy? Can we scoop the ad?"

She usually addresses herself as you. "You wanna go in silver car and go see Laura Locke. Yes. I do, I do."

She's still very independent when it comes to playing with other kids. She picks what she wants to play with, and isn't swayed by the "the grass is greener on the other side of the fence" frame of mind. Other kids always seem to think that what she has at any given moment must be the most fun item available and are always taking things from her as a result. She is sometimes saddened by this, but often just picks up the next item and finds it fascinating as well.  Where she's not very independent is when Tim and I are concerned. She likes to be held, and she likes to be held 95% of the time. I was talking to Laura and she pointed out that this is probably why, despite being incredibly laid back most of the time, and sharing objects no problem, she is still pretty jealous of Max. She's gotten better with him. She used to try to hit him with toys for example, and she won't do that any more. But, she will lay down and kick him with an absent minded expression on her face. Like, "La, la, la, I'm cute and rolling about on the floor, kicking Max is a total accident..." It's never very hard. Still, the jealousy isn't quite gone yet.
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