Why 9:30am is still very early

November 4, 2017

Dear Babies,

We got real lucky with you two because you like sleep and tend to (on a normal day when you don’t have a gross illness) sleep in. We leisurely begin our day at 8ish am when we don’t have to rush to school and when we do, we wake you up around 7:30. So ya, suffice to say that we recognize how amazing it is that you guys like to sleep in.

I hear about families that begin their days at 5am and I want to die.

But still, every morning when I look at the clock and it’s somewhere between 8:30-9:30 I think to myself, damn it’s so fucking early.

Babies, your mom is many things but an early riser “morning person” is not one of them. I would literally sleep in until 10am every day if I could and it was still socially normal.

I love sleep so much. So so so much.

So thanks for being reasonable sleeping babies. We really appreciate your help.

xo

Mom

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Why 9:30am is still very early

Sticking my foot (and hand) in my mouth

November 1, 2017

Dear Babies,

Well, we kicked of November with a bang and by bang I mean HORRIBLY WITH A GROSS VIRUS.

Hand, foot and mouth disease has ravaged our home and proven to be as offensive as its name suggests. Only a kid illness would be as gruesome yet harmless as HFM (yup, I acronymed this bitch).

Since you won’t remember having it, here’s a quick recap. Bad fever, mild cold and body covered in small blisters. You both look gross but more so the baby who obviously got it twice as bad. Great.

In quarantine, we’ve been spending a lot of time making up activities to do since I’m hesitant to take you anywhere that other kids go for fear of spreading this love. It’s not love. It’s just gross.

The good news, you’re both not too bad and still are able to eat which is good because I hear that some kids get sores in their mouth that are so painful they can’t eat which is a whole other ballgame of shit to deal with. The bad news is that it seems very annoying and upsetting to baby and so we’ve been up on the hour every hour as a direct result. 45 minutes sleep cycles are a real thing and we are living (zombie) proof today.

So my advice to you is this. I’m the event that you one day find yourself living in a home surrounded by sick people and feeling like shit yourself (because, of course adults can get this too so don’t you think it’s coming my way) drink wine. So much wine. Can’t drink wine? Try a hot toddy. Put some booze in your hot tea. Whatever. I’m not advocating being an alcoholic but I am saying that a splash of juice makes the whole thing slightly more bearable. Slightly.

Ok. Please feel better soon.

xo

Mom

Sticking my foot (and hand) in my mouth

Expectations

October 31, 2017

Dear Babies,

I’m sitting here in the dark willing baby to go back to sleep. My expectation is that I would have been sleeping by now having finished feeding you over 20 minutes ago. My reality is that every time I put you down you cry leaving me hostage. So here we are and this is a first great example of life not meeting your wild (or tame) expectations.

Another is today being Halloween. I had at least 5 awesome family costumes picked out, not one of us dressed up.

Halloween is literally my favourite holiday of ever so it would be fitting that with it comes a lot of anticipation and unlike New Years, it’s never missed the mark. I sit and dream of Halloween all year long and Halloween rewards my patience. I have historically had amazing costumes, well decorated homes and spooky, ornate pumpkins. I imagined Halloween with my kids would be the usual awesomeness plus.

And this is where I have to remind you both that your expectations may not always be met in spite of efforts.

When you woke up this am with a fever and we relinquished the idea of going to your school costume parade, the day was already trending poor. It never recovered.

You were sick, your dad recovering from eye surgery, the sky was rainy and one of our skeleton decorations fell down.

By the time dinner rolled around you had insisted in NOT going out and were crying for your bed.

We managed to encourage you to give out candy and just as you seemed to get into it a little boy in a spooky mask scared the fuck out of you and the night officially ended at 6:55. We turned off the lights, ate the remaining candy ourselves and did a short version of bedtime.

Oh well. There is always next year…

The point here is that you can’t let a defiance to your expected outcome ruin a night. Sure, we had rehearsed “trick or treat” and told the story of Halloween to death in preparation for tonight but you know what? Tomorrow is another day and while it may not be as spooky (because November 1 just doesn’t have the spooky vibes), it will still be a good one. Or not. Point is that nothing bursts into flames when expectations aren’t met (unless the particular thing you’re expecting is not to have a fire and then things go south).

Tomorrow is another day and another one of many to have a great day (just not in an awesome costume).

Don’t be sad to have missed this event. It only makes me want to make next year better. I’m already setting myself up but it will be ok if it all comes crashing down (but I might think kids are a Halloween curse).

xo

Mom

Expectations