I Must Be Rich!

April 14, 2010

At bedtime, we sing The Boy a song or two, then place him in his crib and walk out, and he goes to sleep.

At bedtime, my wife sings my daughter two song, I tell her a Pokemon story (different combinations of the same plot lines over and over), do a nighttime dance, sing her songs, and we talk about what to dream about. The processes couldn’t be any different (especially in terms of length of time!). And this doesn’t even count the number of times she calls us back up.

Anyhow, she always complains about having trouble falling asleep. The reason we talk about what to dream about is because I taught her a trick I sometimes use, which is to think about what to dream about. I likely never dream the actual dream, but it helps me fall asleep.

Unfortunately, I am the one who needs to decide what she should think about.

So, one night, we have a dream which involves leprechauns and their pot of gold. This seemed to get my daughter’s interest, and lead to the following conversation:

Daughter: And leprechaun gold is like a THOUSAND dollars!
Me: Wow! Is that a lot?
Daughter: Yeah! We could buy lots of toys!
Me: Cool!
Daughter: No, we could buy a whole store!
Me: Wow!
Daughter: And I could still have enough left over to GET A JOB!
Me: Uh…
Daughter: I’m going to be a veterinarian!

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to my job. You poor schmucks with no money probably have no idea what I am talking about…


Just one more glass of water..?

May 26, 2008

This holiday weekend (yes, this is actually the second holiday I’ve taken this year at work. The other being New Year’s Day) produced many good quotes from my daughter, but she saved the best conversation for last:

Daughter: Daddy!
Me: Yes, sweetie?
Daughter: I’m scared of the dark…
Me: Well, that’s why we have your night light.
Daughter: But it is dark even with the night light.
Me: It doesn’t seem dark to me. Where is it dark?
Daughter: Over there.
Me: I can see over there just fine.
Daughter (pointing right next to her bed): It’s dark here…
Me: It is lighter there.
Daughter: Well, I’m scared of the dark.
Me: What are you afraid of in the dark?
Daughter: Uh.. the dark.
Me: The dark won’t hurt you.
Daughter: … well, I just want someone to be in the room with me.
Me: That’s why you have your lovies.
Daughter: I want a person who is alive, like mommy or [The Boy] or daddy…
Me: Really? You want your brother to sleep with you?
Daughter: Well, only when he’s older and can keep quiet.
Me: Mommy and I are in the house. You’ll be fine.
Daughter: … daddy, I’m worn out and I need a cup of water.
Me: You’ve had a lot of water already. You know what helps me when I am worn out?
Daughter: What?
Me: Sleep.
Daughter: But I am water worn out.

I just had to get her a cup of water for that. Water Worn Out. At least she’s creative.


Miley-saurus

April 17, 2008

My daughter has a blonde wig (to go with the pink and green ones her Aunt gave her) that she likes to wear and say she is Hannah Montana. We don’t watch Hannah Montana at home, so I don’t know where she gets it.

Oh, wait, maybe I do.

Anyhow, it was hi-larious when I put the wig on her nice, wooden rocking horse and called it something like “Horse-y Montana” (hey, you don’t have to have your “A” material for 3 1/2 year olds).

We were talking about this at bedtime last night. My daughter said something about the cat being, “smi… smile… smiley…”

“Miley Cyrus?” I suggested.

“Yeah!” my daughter exclaimed, “Miley-saurus!”

I guess when my daughter is my age, Miley will be a dinosaur. But that’s okay, because by then, Miley’s kid’ll be raking in the dough…


A Box of Cereal and a Remote

March 10, 2008

Ms. Kaz and I often joked about how nice it will be when, on weekends, our daughter (and now The Boy, too) could get up, go downstairs, grab a box of cereal, turn on the TV and let us sleep in.

As I mentioned earlier, my daughter has begun getting out of bed, opening her door and leaving her room on her own in the mornings. This is something she had never done in 3 1/2 years. I used to brag about the fact that she would not get out of bed until we came and got her.

When she did it the first time, I once again joked that we just need to show her where the cereal is and how to use the remote and we’d be all set.

This morning, I heard the doorknob turn, followed by the pitter patter of feet. I looked at my alarm clock — 4 am. “Mommy…”

Ugh. “Go back to bed,” I told her.

“I wanna sleep with you guys…”

Hell, no.

Thankfully, Ms. Kaz, who has been an Angel with the kids waking up at odd hours lately ((while I barely am able to wake up thanks for the melatonin which is the only thing keeping me asleep at night), took her back to herĀ  room and got her to sleep.

Maybe this getting out of bed on her own thing really isn’t so great.


So very very tired

March 3, 2008

Couple of quick things…

The boy is getting good at rolling onto his belly. Unfortunately, the time he is best at it is 4am. Also unfortunate, he does not know how to roll back onto his back at 4am. Also unfortunately, this frustrates him very much… at 4am.

As for Dr. Seuss days at Big Girl School, we went with the very excellent suggestion of using iron-on inkjet transfer paper and blank t-shirts. The results were better than expected. We went with Cindy Lou Who for one, and Fox In Sox (with a Tweedle-Beetle on the back) for the other. The process is not perfect, but was perfect for what we needed in a short time frame.


Conversations With…: Growing Up

March 1, 2008

It was nap time. Or, as well call it now, Rest Time, as there is often no nap involved.

“Okay, sweetie, time to go up!”

“I can go up by myself this time, daddy,” my 3 1/2 year old daughter told me.

“Okay,” I said, following her up the stairs, glad to not have to carry her.

“No, daddy, I don’t need you,” she said, stopping me on the stairs, “You go down and come up and help me with my stool, then go right back down.”

I blinked. “You’re going to put yourself to bed?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.”

I went downstairs to Ms. Kaz… Read the rest of this entry »


Sleep?

December 6, 2007

So, I hate to jinx it, but it seems like the boy is ahead of schedule and inching closer to sleeping through the night. Not this 5-hours-straight, baby-sized sleeping throught the night. I mean, really sleeping through the night.

He usually falls asleep around 8:30-9:30p range. We were ecstatic when he started waking only once, around 2:30-3:00ish. Lately, that’s been pushed to 4:00-5:00ish. Two nights ago, we had to WAKE HIM UP at 6:30a!

Again, I don’t want to curse us, but maybe sleep will start to return to normal again.

Of course, I didn’t mention that, when he slept until 6:30, that didn’t stop us from waking up at 4am and wondering for the next couple hours whether he was okay…

Oh, and he’s starting to smile and occasionally laugh for me almost on demand. This kid is starting to win me over.


Bedroom Antics

November 20, 2007

Ms. Kaz asked me the same question every day for a week and a half, “Did those monitors arrive yet?”

My son is a grunter. And a snorter. And a shuffler. Especially when he sleeps.

Ms. Kaz has been having sleep difficulties beyond the ones that go with getting up in the middle of the night for feeding, and the grunting, snorting and shuffling that came after that middle of the night feeding often drove her to the daybed to try and sleep.

Of course, once the monitors arrived, we always found excuses – “Just one more day”, “Tomorrow would work better” – to keep him in our room.

Even our daughter began to ask, “Did he sleep in his own room last night?”

Two nights ago, Ms. Kaz asked again about moving him to his own room. Finally, I was ready to take the plunge. “I feel kind of guilty,” Ms. Kaz told me. “We’ve got to do it before he know the difference,” I reasoned, with myself as much as with her, “otherwise, he’ll know the difference.. and then we’ll have more difficulty.”

Besides, we needed to test the new monitors.

So, two night ago, the boy began sleeping in his own room. The next morning, Ms. Kaz awoke to tell me, “I kind of missed him, you know?”

And I told her I kind of did. As much as it keeps you awake, you grow used to the snorting and grunting and shuffling. At least you know he’s there. And still okay.

“Besides,” I told her, “you were only in the room for half the night, anyhow…”

So… two nights, and so far, so good.

*knock on wood*

ps – the Philips DECT monitors work great, but are a little freaky, in that you get used to hearing the static coming from a monitor, and these are so darned quiet until the baby makes a noise. Fortunately, we can set the sensitivity to pick up cries, but not grunts and shuffles and snorts. And when he does cry..? It is just like he’s in the room with us.


These things I wish…

November 15, 2007

I wish…

… we didn’t have to travel so far for the holidays.

… the holidays weren’t in Western New York, where we need to pack a ton of bulky, warm clothes, which we then need to try and fit in the car.

… things weren’t so crazy at work, with a major project due in probably less time than it will take to complete it.

… newborns were a little less time-intensive.

… three-year-olds were a little less intensive.

… I had more time to post updates (see previous two — and again, sorry for not having more updates).

I am sure there is more, but mostly, I wish I weren’t up at 2:30a blogging. And, no, the baby is asleep right now.


Big Girl Room: Part Ia – first night

September 16, 2007

Tonight is the first night in the Big Girl Room.

I hope my daughter isn’t too excited to sleep.

She was crazy-excited earlier.

Wish us luck.

(More Big Girl Room updates with pictures soon!)


Light up my life…

July 31, 2007

One thing that is still unsettled for my daughter’s new room (besides actually painting and putting everything together – I’ve got as lot still sitting in boxes) is a nightlight. Currently, we use this wall-mounted moon from IKEA. This light is nice, but… even with the lowest wattage bulb we could find, it still gives off a lot of light.

We’re hoping we can move her to a much dimmer light in the new room. And I’ve narrowed my choices down to four:

offi

1) Offi – I love these Offi Dachshund lamps. Low voltage (12v), with replaceable bulbs, they give off a soft glow, and are available in several colors (many of the cooler ones not available until September). I have no idea how these are turned on and off. But they are pretty cute. Drawback – they generally go for about $59.

spoka

2) IKEA – Similar to these, IKEA offers their SPOKA nightlights. Supposedly “ghosts” (like I’d tell my daughter this), they can be turned on and off by pressing. Having played with these a bit, I am not sure how easily they can be turned on and off by a three-year-old. These lamps give off a softer glow, and, like the Offi, sit on a table or other flat surface. Unlike the Offi, they are just $14.99. However, the bulb is not replaceable, which means, you could eventually spend more on the SPOKA than the Offi.

candeloo

3) Candeloo – the Candeloo lights are pretty sweet, as well. I got to see some of these “in the wild” over the weekend, and they really are pretty nice. That being said, they are more for kids to navigate their way around at night than they are for use as a nightlight. They sit on their rechargeable base, and automatically turn on when removed from the base (or in the event of power failure). There are no exposed contacts, and you get two of them. They are about $50. One other drawback – they are recommended for ages 6 and up. Not so good for a three-year-old.

egg lamp4) Uhmm… You know, when I started this post this morning, I definitely had 4 night lights in mind, but now I am not sure what the fourth one was. The only thing I can thing of is my several-year-long lust for the J Schatz Egg Lamps. These ceramic beauties are egg shaped and project “stars” on the ceiling and walls. I’ve always had a personal desire for a “star” lamp myself. The drawback of these, for a three-year-old, are (a) it is ceramic, and (b) they are $125. They are available in 10 colors. If you aren’t interested in a night light, the egg birdhouses and birdfeeders are pretty sweet, as well.

So there are my choices. Of course, like most choices, I haven’t run any of them by Ms. Kaz yet, but I’d have to say the dachshund lamps may be the front runner. I’d ask my daughter, but, well, I’m afraid she’d choose the egg lamp.

Anyone else found some kick-ass night lights?


The Parenthood Rollercoaster

July 13, 2007

I tell ya, being a parent can be a real rollercoaster ride.

One minute, you are listening to your kid in their room calling out for you when they are supposed to be sleeping, and you are trying to get things done, and you’ve already gone back in for another song and round of questions a couple times.

You start to mumble under your breath, “Why won’t she just $#!*@! go to sleep?!?”

Then she quiets down a little, but you still her tiny, sad-sounding voice saying something. You listen closer. You hear, “i wish mommy and daddy would come and sing me a song…”

And your heart melts.