Truth is, I am feeling kind of down this holiday weekend. I don't know if it's a coincidental cyclical thing (if you catch my drift) or if it's that same darned holiday in the mid-Atlantic blues I tend to feel (because we're not near friends and fam), but it is what it is.
It doesnt't help that Rainer is messing with our sleep schedule. He's 32-ish months old and suddenly he is having a hard time sleeping through the night agan. It probably correlates some with the new bed v. crib situation we put him in a couple weeks ago, but it's exhausting and he tries every trick in the book! "Come in Mommy and Daddy's room?" "Have a teeny tiny drink of water?" "Need a light on?" "Need a light off!" "Books? Music? Brush teeth again? Sing more songs??????????"
And on and on and on.
I am not really WORRIED, per se. After all, Georgia was having night terrors at this age which were incredibly difficult to deal with in a different kind of way, and I am pretty sure it's all just one of those developmental stages, but whew! It's wiping us out!
Not only has the sleep gone bonkers, he is as willful as the day is long, and smart to boot! A dasterdly combination!
Last night, to be fair, he was actually doing well, when an incredibly loud (even I was a little nervous) thunderstorm sent him staggering out of bed in a panic at 3:40am. When I got him settled in our room (there was no way I could coax him back to bed during the storm), he said, "I love thunder. That lightening is so silly." He says these sorts of things to try and empower himself and cope.
He continues to surprise and delight us with his observations with and about the world. I really don't know where he comes up with a lot of it.
A new funny from this morning was when he spotted me getting out of the shower. He said, "Mommy's belly is silly!" I was feeling a bit self-conscious thinking perhaps he was pointing out my little paunch, when I realized he was looking at my chest. He went on to say, "Mommy's belly is silly. They just *POPPED* right up!"
Ay yi yi, this kid!
Anyway, as I was saying above, I have been a little down this weekend and this evening Rainer and Daddy went on "a mission" as the boys call errands.
When they got back Rainer ran in and said he got me and Georgia "surprises!" They got us not one, but THREE bouquets of flowers because they couldn't decide which one to get! We are so spoiled!
And now. Here are some recent pictures.
Note: This rainbow shirt is actually one I got for Georgia at the farmer's market in the city today. I got Rainer a really cool tie-dye with dinosaurs on it. Turns out G preferred the dino one (a tomboy like her mom) and Rainer had no qualms about wearing G's shirt.
The accosting hug.
In potty-training news (did you know there was such a thing?), we're back at it a little more seriously. Not TOO seriously, but I admit we slacked off a bit. Georgia earned her fifth start today on the chart which means she got to pick something from the prize bag (a bag of crap, basically, that I got at the dollar store). She chose the bead necklace (as I KNEW she would), and as a result Rainer went into such fits of envy he sat on the potty trying to go for a good 20 minutes to no avail. (He was really going to be ticked when he found out he had to do that four more times to get his own beads or other prize!) (Note: The chocolate bunny success of a couple weeks ago, nor anything else, has not worked again and we have backed off PTing the boy-child unless he requests using the potty...which until today has decidedly NOT happened.)
Tomorrow we're going to stay up late and walk down the street to the middle school to try fireworks for the first time. We're bringing earplugs. And honestly, either one of them may love and/or hate them I really don't know. Tomorrow morning we'll go to the parade.
But I will say, Georgia walked in the middle of a BIG crowd at the farmer's market this morning all on her own and that, my friends, is a first. So who knows? Certainly not me.