Takin Care of Christmas

With the Christmas season upon us, I have started tormenting Kid 2 and Kid 3 with my camera.  Kid 1 said she'd let me take her pictures once she gets her new haircut...she's bribing ME now.  I decided on ordering photo cards from Tiny Prints.  I've opted for a collage-style photo, since getting everyone to cooperate rarely happens.  If you've seen my profile pic, you understand why I've chosen the collage.

Here are some cute pics of Kid 2.


I may be a little biased, but doesn't he look like a posterboy for GapKids?

Desperate for Sleep

We've been outnumbered for just over six months now.  We're also exhausted and practically celibate.  Kid 3 was a dream baby during the first three months and would sleep 5-6 hours a night.  At four months-old, she regressed and decided to inflict us with chronic sleep deprivation.  Last night I found myself doing the crawl of shame from our bathroom into the bed hoping she wouldn't spot me...that didn't work.  The incessant crying and screaming continued for well over an hour.  At this point, the Husband and I decided to sleep in Kid 2's room on the bottom bunk and settle for spooning.   If Kid 3 pulls these crying spells again this evening, I'm willing to bet a lot of money the Husband will actually make that telephone call to Dr. Ronald Weiss  tomorrow about finally getting a no-scalpel vasectomy.  But then again, the Husband doesn't need a vasectomy when our kids are the equivalent of abstinence for birth control.


Kid 2 didn't sleep his first full night until he was 18 months old.  He still hasn't mastered sleeping a full night on a REGULAR basis and he is 3 years old.  Kid 1 didn't sleep through the night until she was 9.  We will not allow ourselves to be tortured in the sleep department by these tyrants anymore.  As most of my friends will vouch, I am a night owl.  In university, you could call me at 1:30am and I would be wide awake usually studying, and would be in class by 8:30am.  I didn't look pretty, but I was awake and most times felt pretty good after I had my morning coffee.  The fact that someone like me, who regularly pulled all-nighters with ease, is desperate for sleep, is really telling that I've hit rock bottom.  We're officially sleep-training.  My sanity and equilibrium have been pushed to the point that it is getting too dangerous to ignore.  At first it was funny, when I would do things like put the carafe in the refrigerator, canned items in the freezer, do the same load of laundry twice,  and slur my speech. But the side-effects are getting worse -  Kid 1 informed me that I ran a red light the other day...and it wasn't as though I were trying to beat the light, I was completely oblivious to it.


We're now trying the Ferber method as the Sears method is clearly not working for us and didn't work for Kid 2.  The only modification we've made is that she still sleeps in our room and will continue to do so for a while.  My goal is to have a baby sleeping 5-6 hours a night within the next two weeks...we'll see how that plays out.  We need a sleepcation.