March 15, 2009

Bedtime for Bonzo? Yeah, Right…

When it comes to bedtime, Dawson is known to put up a good fight.  He’ll think of any excuse in the book.  He’s thirsty, he doesn’t feel good (so Mom should hold him on the couch while watching Spongebob — that will cure his illness, he says) or there are monsters in the closet.

It wasn’t always so difficult to get him to sleep.  When he was an infant he slept fairly well.  Toddlerhood approached and things were good, that is until I suffered a back injury and couldn’t lift him into his crib (which was only a problem when my husband worked second shift).

That’s when we became a co-sleeping family.  For the last three years, Dawson has slept in bed with me and my husband.  I know what you’re thinking, but before you judge me, please know that once I was back to my old self I tried to get him back into the routine of sleeping in his own bed.  He cried so hard he threw up, and I felt like a terrible mom because of it.  Crying it out seemed like cruel and unusual punishment.

So, you would think that a child who sleeps in the same bed with his parents would have no trouble going to bed.  Not my son.  He’ll fight bedtime tooth and nail.  I’ve actually had to bribe him with promises of donuts for breakfast.  Sometimes it works.  Sometimes, I feel like I’m trying to wrangle a chimpanzee.

Just last night Dawson told me he couldn’t go to bed because a “very scary grasshopper will sneak through the window and bite me on the ear!”  I’m always amazed with his imagination.  These excuses are getting more incredible each time.

I’m sure my child will eventually sleep in his own bed.  Hopefully, it will happen by the time his little brother or sister is born.  I do not want another little person sleeping in our bed — especially because our dog sleeps there with us, too.  I know.  We don’t set boundaries.  We’re working on it.  He can’t sleep with us forever.  Right?

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This post was inspired by the Parent Bloggers Network as part of their blog blast with Sylvania PalPODzzz – Are You Afraid of the Dark? You can learn more about the Sylvania PalPodzzz by visiting their online store, or check out what Dawson thought of the portable rocket ship nightlight we had the chance to review.

December 19, 2008

And It’s Not Even Friday the 13th…

2008 can kiss my arse.  Seriously.  I’m so ready for 2009, and I’m clinging to the hope that next year will be better.  It just has to be better.

You see, things haven’t been going well lately.  I’ve dealt with infertility issues. I got the period from Hades (complete with monster cramps that were just crabulous, really).  I had the 24 and a 1/2 hour flu. I was feeling a little depressed after the chaos of this week, and I was really looking forward to the weekend.

Then, this morning my internet connection died several times, making it difficult to get my work done.  I believe the internet was protesting the snow we’ve been getting.  Six to ten inches of fluffy white crap.  Oh, how I loved it.  Loved being the key word.

Because of the snow, my husband woke up early to head outside and shovel.  I’m so lucky he does this mostly without complaint.  He tackled what he could and then left for work.

Since we live in a bi-level house, and our main floor bathroom is still in disrepair (Side Note:  My husband swears he’ll start the remodel “sometime” next year — after five years of living this way, all I can say is he better get on that task or I’ll lose it), we use the bathroom downstairs.

On my way down to the bathroom I slipped on something wet (freaking melted SNOW from my husband’s boots!) and fell down the stairs in the most pretzel-like position you can imagine — one leg in front of my body, the other underneath my rear end, arms flailing as I tried to grab the railing or the wall or the hand of God…

The pain was awful, and I seriously thought I had broken my leg.  As I crab-crawled on the floor to the phone, I dialed my husband and screamed at him for not wiping up the floor before he left.

The “good news?”  The doctor says my fall caused a minor tear in my lateral meniscus (outside ligament of the knee), and as long as I keep the knee iced and elevated I shouldn’t need surgery.

So I figure this little incident can work in my favor.  My husband feels terribly guilty and I’ve decided to “let him” get the rest of our holiday preparations done.  He can finish the shopping, the wrapping, the cooking and cleaning and then he can wait on me, hand and knee (ha ha), for the rest of this dreadful year.

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December 14, 2008

This Year Was Crazy. Circus Crazy.

With the end of the year fast approaching, I’ve been thinking about 2008 and all the insanity, the utter chaos, that has rained upon me like a year-long thunderstorm.

There was the job loss in February, followed by me entering the last year of my twenties in March (and that freakin’ biological clock is still ticking – with no Baby #2 on the way any time soon, it seems), the summer flew by, fall was practically non-existent (but I believe the Election had me so distracted I missed the leaves changing) and now I’m muddling through the holiday season in a gloomy economy to boot.

So many changes have taken place in these past 11 months.  I’m a nearly full time WAHM, I work for my friend part-time to earn some holiday cash (and catch up on those pesky bills), and I’m trying (unsuccessfully, I might add) to stay on top of my housework while raising a preschooler with more energy than a NFL runningback.

That’s almost enough to drive a normal person batty, but I forget to mention the fitness quest I embarked on this year.  I’m still only down 21 pounds, but it’s a start and I’m proud of my accomplishment.

After all of this, I’m ready to welcome the New Year.  Bring it on, I say!  However, I don’t want a repeat of 2008, so maybe it’s time to make a plan for truly happy new year.  And perhaps I need to learn to ask for help instead of becoming so overwhelmed all the time.

I’ve decided my life needs more organization.  Too often I let things get out of control before I address the situation.  Instead of maintaining the house, I wait to do it all in one day, leaving me exhausted and cranky.  Or, I procrastinate and then make an extremely long to-do list that never gets completed. Next year will be different.

As crazy as this sounds, I’m making a chore chart, split up by category so that I can tackle only a few tasks each day instead of waiting until Saturday to do everything.

And I’ll keep my day planner handy to write down appointments and shopping lists to better coordinate my day.

I know there will be days when things do go according to plan, but at least the effort will have been made and life won’t be so hectic.

What are you doing to make your life less of a “circus” this next year?

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November 2, 2008

My Little Giraffe

Best Photo

Funniest Costume (because of the tail of course!)

Cutest Costume 3 and Up

I realized this morning that I forgot to post photos of Dawson in his Halloween costume.  Okay, I only remembered because my friend e-mailed me to say, “Hey!  Did you post the giraffe pictures yet?”

So there you go.  That last photo is Dawson making a giraffe noise.  Now I realize you can’t hear this, and I must confess he’s not actually making a noise in that photo.  He simply has his mouth open, with no sound coming out, because his teacher told him that giraffes have vocal chords but can’t make many sounds with them. (It’s true.  I googled it. In fact, they communicate at an infrasound level.)  So everytime anyone would ask Dawson what a giraffe sounds like, he’d open his mouth and sort of grunt quietly or say nothing at all.  It was rather cute.

You learn something every day at The Dana Files, no?  How was your Halloween?  Did you enter this Blurb Halloween Photo Contest going on over at the Parent Bloggers Network?  Click here for details!