Saturday, September 19, 2009

Day's Events

Welcome Graham Swint last Thursday, and congrats to the proud family!! A gorgeous boy! Very happy for G, M and Hannah!! Saw him via Skype today and they all look fantastic.

When I came downstairs this morning Owen was shirtless...he had been in the basement with Reuel after breakfast and had spun around so fast, for so long in the fast exersaucer (one of his fave things to do) that breakfast came back up. When I saw him he ran over to me and said, 'I'm sorry you puked up that!' Reuel taught him that word, not me, believe it or not!

Asher is possibly now more sleepless than Owen was at his age, mostly because we can't treat the condition by holding him for the duration of naps in order to get him more sleep like we eventually did with Owen. What is up with my children? The naps went from multi-hour, down to 45mins, 30 mins, now it is a struggle to get him to stay asleep more than 15 minutes, with vast stretches of awake time. He is exhausted! It had been a cinch to put him to bed at night, now Reuel says it is taking him 45 minutes to an hour of walking him around downstairs in order for him to be able to get fully asleep, he is so wound up and fussy. I wonder if we do something so incredibly bizarre in our approach to napping that causes this, or if it is a medical condition. If there were a drug for it, I would dispense it, and I am really against giving unnecessary medicine :} It's unfortunately going to be cry-it-out for Asher too (I really wanted to avoid that!!), just waiting a bit til he's a little older. He's got to learn how to put himself back to sleep when he wakes. We've tried it some already but he's a bit young yet.

Owen is laughing and/or crying on purpose, that's the best way to describe it. If you tickle him, he turns on laughter like turning on a faucet. It's clear that he thinks it's very fun to make up laughing sounds. They are loud and not *quite* as genuine as the real thing, but pretty good! Then, when the tickle session is over he begs for more...'More laughing, mommy!' Same with fake crying...when Asher was crying earlier and Owen was feeling left out of the attention loop, he started fake crying to try to get my attention. No cigar, buddy!

I have a cold, and the accidentally-undercooked-crust pizza I made for dinner combined with sparkling pomegranate juice from Trader Joe's seriously turned my stomach. Miserable all around :P Hopefully a night's sleep will salvage digestive peace.

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