Wednesday, October 27, 2010

too many teeth and not enough naps

I'm just gonna warn you: we've had two not-good days and I'm feeling whiny.

Lila and I are in a fight.  Actually, two fights: Teeth and Naps.

No, it's not that she's teething.  It's that they're already out and she likes to use those new little masticators.  She bites everything, including me.  And Mommy already feels like she's being very generous with certain parts of her body and doesn't have much patience for those parts being treated like a teether.  Especially since those aren't teeth.  They're razors.  My child didn't sprout sweet little soft pearls.  She popped out the sharpest, pointiest, razoriest fangs with which I've ever been chewed on.  It does not feel good.

The first time it happened, I instinctively grabbed her cheeks and said, "NO! Lila, do NOT bite Mommy!"  And she said, "HA."  The little urchin.  The next time, I did the same thing, but also set her down on the floor.  She wasn't nearly as amused that time.  Instead she wailed and looked red-faced back and forth between Eric and I as if she was saying, "Can you believe what she/you did to me?!  Which one of you is going to rescue me from this unjust punishment of being plopped onto my diapered bottom?"  Neither strategy has been all that effective, incidentally, but (because I'm such a good mom) making her cry makes me feel better.  At least she's not mocking my pain, but sharing in it.  

I'm gonna go ahead and give myself a point for that one.  I think I deserve it.  Lila: 0 Mommy: 1

Yes, I'm still complaining about her naps.  The girl is just not a good napper.  We've hit an all-time low, though.  Let's do some math, shall we?

Yesterday we spent 75 minutes + 60 minutes (2 separate attempts) trying to get Lila to sleep in the morning.  She never slept.  Then we spent 20 minutes trying to get her to sleep in the afternoon and she finally slept for all of 40 minutes.  So all-in-all 155 minutes (2.5 hours) in her crib in varying degrees of distress (ranging from bouncing around babbling to screaming her brains out) and 40 minutes sleeping.  Definitely in the red there.

Then she slept 14 hours overnight, so I chalked it up to it being a school day.


This morning she spent 75 minutes bouncing around her crib and 30 minutes sleeping.  Frustrating, but I was still (foolishly) optimistic about her afternoon nap.  However, after an hour of babbling and flopping in the afternoon with no sleep, I finally gave up and resolved to just put her to bed early because her boyfriend, Reave was coming over (more on that later).  Total numbers for the last 2 days = nearly 5 hours of trying to get her to sleep, 21 awake hours, 14 hours of night sleep and only an hour and 10 minutes of daytime sleep.  I don't like that kind of math.

You guys, I'm not being a push over.  I'm really not.  I let her cry.  A lot.  I don't go in there all the time and when I do it's to give her bink back (after she's thrown it out of the crib in a fit of infantile rage), but I don't make eye contact and I just lay her back down and walk out.  And I've tried putting her down later and earlier and a lot later and a lot earlier.  She just won't sleep!  And when she does sleep it's not for very long.  I can't force her to sleep.  Lord, I wish I could.  I'm at my wits end.  Any ideas would be helpful.

So in the nap battles, it's Lila: 1 Mommy: 0

Despite the biting and nap protests, she's still rather charming most of the time.  In fact, you probably wouldn't have known she hadn't slept today.  The only indication was that she was a little emotional during her first date with Reave.  She and Reave are betrothed.  His mama and I were pregnant together and he was born on Lila's due date.  She's got two days on him, the cradle-robber.  Alissa and I decided to do some baby-swapping so we could each get some much needed alone time.  So I had Reave today for a couple of hours and Alissa will take Lila tomorrow.  Here are a few pics:

Lila: Get me outta here!  This boy keeps trying to hold my hand!  Reave: I can't believe I have to have this pink blanket on me.  Maybe if I close my eyes, something more manly will appear.
Lila: Yay! Good date!  Reave: Is it over yet?
Lila: Reave, do you like my windblown hair-do?  Do you think it makes me look like a model?  Reave: Haha.  You said 'doo-doo!'
That Reave, he's just like his daddy.  He loves potty humor, too.  Lila and Reave played so cute together - you know, the way 10 month olds do: stealing each others' toys, crawling on top of each other, knocking one another down, banging on things, throwing things, pulling hair, driving over each other with the walker.  Good stuff.

So I guess my day wasn't all bad.  But I'm still grumpy, okay?

Oh yeah, and thanks to your votes, Lila Lou will be the cutest little Who in Who-ville this Halloween!  Photos to come next week, of course!  In the meantime, pray for me and send me any stop-biting or start-napping advice you might have!  I'm all ears!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Cindy Lou Monchhichi is about to rock

It's 7:19pm on Tuesday and Baby Girl has been asleep for an hour and a half.  That's right.  5:45 bedtime.  That's what happens when certain stubborn pixies boycott their afternoon nap at school.  You wouldn't have known that she had been up for 7 hours straight because she was walking her walker all around the house yelling "Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-BA! A-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-MA!" with a grin on her face for 45 minutes after we got home from school.  The girl's a pro at that thing now.  I'm kinda worried she won't ever learn to walk for real because she can maneuver her way anywhere real speedy-like with it.

That's low on my list of worries right now though.  Topmost on my list is our plugged main sewer line.  Yup.  Problems.  Round about Thursday, I heard this glub-glubbing sound coming from the laundry room where I was washing Lila's diapers.  When I went to investigate I stepped in a growing puddle of water seeping out of the floor drain.  I thought maybe I over-soaped the load (which doesn't really make sense, but that was my first thought).  Then on Friday, the shower didn't really drain well and then the toilet started bubbling.  Thus began our uber-fun weekend of talking to plumbers (some smarmier than others), sopping up water in the laundry room, watching said plumbers dig around in our backyard, and then not showering for 3 days.  Are you jealous?

The good news is that the Husband took the day off work yesterday while we got bids and diagnoses on our sewer line.  I love it when Eric gets a few days in a row at home because Lila just loves her daddy.  I can see such a difference in the way she responds to him when he's spent a substantial chunk of time with us.  It just makes my mommy/wife heart swell.  Kinda like the Grinch at the end of the movie when his heart breaks the little heart measuring thing. 

Speaking of the Grinch (nice transition, eh?), one of our favorite costume ideas was Cindy Lou Who.  Check out the poll on the right of this page where you can vote from our top three options for LJ's Halloween costume:

Numero Uno: LJ as Cindy Lou Who.  Pink nightie, pipe cleaner antennae, pink bows in hair and maybe a red ball for the ornament

Santy Claus, why are you stealing our Christmas tree? Why?

Option Two: Lila Monchhichi.  Monkey costume, red bow in ponytail, white bib with "Monchhichi" on it
Monchhichi, Monchhichi, oh so cute and cuddly!

Thirdly: She's a little bit country AND a little bit rock-n-roll.  LJ rockin' her AC/DC tee with a cowgirl hat and boots.  Ah, what the heck, let's throw in a pint-sized electric guitar, too.
cowboy up and rock on.

So vote on our poll for your favorite and the costume with the highest votes will be Lila's first Halloween costume.  Never before have you had such power.  Use it wisely.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

What should Lila be for Halloween?

Well folks, it's October and you know what that means: honeycrisp apples, cooler weather (in theory), pumpkin patch excursions and, oh ok, Halloween.  Blek.  Not my favorite of the holidays.  I guess I don't mind kids dressing up.  That's kinda fun.  And the candy.  I like the candy.  Mostly the Reese's though.  I used to convince Little Sister to trade me her good candy for my yucky candy.  You know what I mean - the cheap-o drugstore candy that sticks to the wrapper and is barely a flavor?  I would tell her, "Jessica, I'll trade you FIVE of these candies for ONE Reese's or KitKat."  Five for one! What a deal!  She went for it every time.  Sucker (pun intended).  I know, I was such a mean big sister.  I'm nicer now.  Right, Jess?

Maybe those feelings of guilt from abusing my wicked 9-year-old negotiating skills to take advantage of my innocent younger sister have contributed to my dislike of Halloween.  Who knows?  I just kind of hate it, that's all.  It's not really a religious thing; I think it's possible to separate all of the hedonistic evil stuff from the innocent cultural celebration of neighborhood kids going door-to-door dressed as a bat or a princess or a ghost or a spoon.  But for some reason, parts of it just grate on me like the sound of Lila scraping her teeth on the stainless steel measuring cup.  Can you hear it?  Yep.  You're welcome.

I hate the combination of orange and black.  I hate the creepy masks and evil-looking yard art that overtake every store.  I hate the sugar-high my students have for the first half of November.  I hate the general creepiness of the fact that any weirdo hiding behind a Jason mask could be walking around with our kids.  Although sometimes that weirdo is just Joe Montana trying to freak out the neighborhood youngsters - yeah, that happened to Eric's friend, Sue.  But once again, I digress.

My husband on the other hand LOVES Halloween.  That's right.  He was the 18-year-old zombie walking around with a pillowcase when all the kiddos were already home for bed.  Okay, maybe he was 12, but still he was much too old for trick-or-treating.  My point is, we disagree on the virtues of Halloween.  We've had many-a-discussion around whether or not we will do Halloween with our kids.  I think I've lost.  Apparently my cunning argument of "But, but, the hideous color combinations!  And the monster-fied Target!" isn't grounds for appeal.  So, begrudgingly, I've been considering Lila's first Halloween costume.  Only every time I look at baby costumes online I get that same creeped-out feeling that I get when I look at Anne Geddes pictures.  Children just should not be dressed as flower pots or hot dogs.
So help me!  I'm looking for fun (cheap) homemade ideas that won't make it look like I'm abusing my child.  So far Eric's ideas are a Monchhichi and a waffle.  I'm looking to expand our options.  Although, she does kinda look like a Monchhichi:
Alright people, get those ideas flowing!  We'll narrow down the options to 2 or 3 and then do a poll to decide which one to use.  Because you guys really care about this.  I know you do.  Ready...GO!