Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
A gorgeous day for a...bulletin
Whew! Okay – here it is over 15 months later…and it is a day only like today that could get me to start my family bulletin. An achingly perfect temperature with a blue sky and no humidity, a delicious wind playing in the chimes on the porch…ahhhh! Can this be August??? And I will call this a bulletin because I SOOOOO don’t want to jump on this trendy train of blogging. I don’t think I have the time and I’m not sure I want the uplinked universe to have complete access to my family and our comings, cute things and trials. But, I think that this could be the link to my family and friends that I have been hungering to establish…we shall see.
So welcome to our Family File!
Miriam, who just celebrated her 6th birthday, wrote this in her journal
“I like to do the dishise”
And then she crosses all that out because she had drawn something that didn’t come out right below. She started fresh on the next page: “Monday August, 11, (both “1”s are backwards) 2008. I like to read Lehi win he had his Visin. In his visin he saw a tree of froot that fild his sowle up (the “p” is backwards) with ixsedinge jowee (the “j” is backwards, too). And he saw his family.” Then she drew what looks like a tree with four apples on it.
Supremely cute. And here is the real kicker: In our family reading we are in Alma 32. She is reading the first part of 1 Nephi by herself! And picked up that “ixsedinge jowee” (exceeding joy) stuff all by herself, too. What a kid!
Last week Gideon, who by all public appraisals is the most divine and sweet cherub of a baby, turned 8 months and we had a nice little chat. He says he has given up sleep for Lent, and I tried to convince him that neither are we Catholic, nor is it anywhere near Easter time. For six weeks he's been waking between two and eight times a night and I am near collapse. Mike is pretty droopy, too. Yesterday and today Gid decided that day-time sleep would be good to get rid of too (thoroughness must be one of his awesome character traits), so he'd be up stairs screaming and screaming - he won't stop for anything (except me holding him) - and I am close to tears.
I searched the house for a large stash (actually I only need two thick ones) of cotton balls for stuffing in my ears, but they were too puffy – maybe I just have small ears? Then I thought about some vodka? I didn’t even care if it was the cheap kind - I am soooo beyond being picky on this count. Maybe I will just head to the Library for some books on sleeping for babies. Do they sell vodka at the Library? Probably just have to borrow it for three weeks.
So, Tuesday, a week ago today, I just let him cry. I have hit the point of having “had it.” And Tuesday for naps he cried a lot. But he only cried ten minutes that night. And if he cried again that night I don’t know because I turned the monitor off. Yes, yes, I am devil mommie, I know. But it was too much and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I got up at 5 and to feed him – and behold! he was still safe and sound!
That has been my new routine with him: he’s gone back to the front room by himself and he can scream or compose sonnets to his heart’s content: the point is: I AM SLEEPING. And this morning I remembered a whole list of things that Mike asked me to do without writing it down! THAT IS SO SPECTACULAR! My mind returns as I sleep – incredible! The lack of sleep thing is still so hard – I feel terribly tired every day – still! So I will just keep trying.
Ack – this must be cut short as I have to rescue Gid from eating the beguiling trash. I thought I heard a strange rustling. You should see him, all covered by vacuum lint!
So welcome to our Family File!
Miriam, who just celebrated her 6th birthday, wrote this in her journal
“I like to do the dishise”
And then she crosses all that out because she had drawn something that didn’t come out right below. She started fresh on the next page: “Monday August, 11, (both “1”s are backwards) 2008. I like to read Lehi win he had his Visin. In his visin he saw a tree of froot that fild his sowle up (the “p” is backwards) with ixsedinge jowee (the “j” is backwards, too). And he saw his family.” Then she drew what looks like a tree with four apples on it.
Supremely cute. And here is the real kicker: In our family reading we are in Alma 32. She is reading the first part of 1 Nephi by herself! And picked up that “ixsedinge jowee” (exceeding joy) stuff all by herself, too. What a kid!
Last week Gideon, who by all public appraisals is the most divine and sweet cherub of a baby, turned 8 months and we had a nice little chat. He says he has given up sleep for Lent, and I tried to convince him that neither are we Catholic, nor is it anywhere near Easter time. For six weeks he's been waking between two and eight times a night and I am near collapse. Mike is pretty droopy, too. Yesterday and today Gid decided that day-time sleep would be good to get rid of too (thoroughness must be one of his awesome character traits), so he'd be up stairs screaming and screaming - he won't stop for anything (except me holding him) - and I am close to tears.
I searched the house for a large stash (actually I only need two thick ones) of cotton balls for stuffing in my ears, but they were too puffy – maybe I just have small ears? Then I thought about some vodka? I didn’t even care if it was the cheap kind - I am soooo beyond being picky on this count. Maybe I will just head to the Library for some books on sleeping for babies. Do they sell vodka at the Library? Probably just have to borrow it for three weeks.
So, Tuesday, a week ago today, I just let him cry. I have hit the point of having “had it.” And Tuesday for naps he cried a lot. But he only cried ten minutes that night. And if he cried again that night I don’t know because I turned the monitor off. Yes, yes, I am devil mommie, I know. But it was too much and I just couldn’t do it anymore. I got up at 5 and to feed him – and behold! he was still safe and sound!
That has been my new routine with him: he’s gone back to the front room by himself and he can scream or compose sonnets to his heart’s content: the point is: I AM SLEEPING. And this morning I remembered a whole list of things that Mike asked me to do without writing it down! THAT IS SO SPECTACULAR! My mind returns as I sleep – incredible! The lack of sleep thing is still so hard – I feel terribly tired every day – still! So I will just keep trying.
Ack – this must be cut short as I have to rescue Gid from eating the beguiling trash. I thought I heard a strange rustling. You should see him, all covered by vacuum lint!
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