Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Nap Debacle

I am entering a new phase with Dane. It's that totally frustrating transition time when what was once a perfectly timed out and dependable nap schedule is now a "Who the hell knows when he'll nap!" non-schedule.

Last week I could tell you exactly when he would nap and pretty much down to the minute what time he would wake up. It was perfect! There were these chunks during the day when I could really indulge myself be say showering and taking the time to shave my legs or hopping on the treadmill for awhile or even answering an email or two.

For 5 days in a row the morning nap disappeared. I would put him down and listen to him scream while I tried to shower as fast as I could before I gave up and went and got him out of bed. I finally decided to accept my fate that at 14 months Dane had outgrown the morning nap. Yesterday I set my alarm for 5 a.m. so that I could shower and dress before the boys got up. Yesterday he took a two hour morning nap. Today I set my alarm for 5 a.m., right now he is 45 minutes into his morning nap. Are you kidding me??

So now what do I do? Continue getting up early just in case? Or do I assume that those days were a fluke and we are back on track? I just don't know how I feel about this. On one hand I do enjoy that chunk of me time in the a.m. ; when Drew's at school and Dane is sleeping. But on the other hand I was getting a little excited about all the things Dane and I could do. Just today I was hoping to make it to the Toddler Story Time at our library.

The only thing I know for sure is that at all times one of my boys are keeping me on my toys. They are doing a great job of it too!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Wardrobe Malfunction

There's been a battle brewing in my house the last couple of months. A battle that I thought I would get to avoid by only having boys. I thought wrong. Drew has become extremely opinionated about what he's going to wear. I mean EXTREMELY opinionated. It used to be that I could lay out his clothes for the day and he would go put them on without any further discussion. Lately though it seems like he's determined not to wear anything that I have deemed appropriate for the day.

I try to be a "pick your battles" kind of mom; but when it's 40 degrees outside and he wants to wear shorts and a t-shirt to school I have to step in. I have finally given in on weekends when we are just spending the day at home. But if we are leaving the house then I have to be the worlds meanest mom by making him wear pants. God Forbid! You would think by the crying and the stomping and the slamming of doors that I was making him wear a dress to school. I mean seriously?

Then we have to deal with the tightness of the pants. I buy him pants that fit. He then puts on a belt and tightens the belt as tight as his gut will allow. He leaves the house with his stomach cinched in and a belt induced wedgie going on in the back. Some days I make him take the belt off but most days I'm way to beat down to fight it. I am a little concerned though, I mean he could be doing some internal damage here. If he has fertility issues as an adult I will so be throwing this tight belt thing in his face.

Of course it wouldn't be a complete morning here if we didn't have round two over the coat. Two years ago Drew's Grandma bought him a hoodie with skateboards on it. He is madly in love with this jacket. I have two problems with this hoodie: it's not heavy enough for really cold days and it's getting to be way too small. He tries to wear it to school every morning. Again I attempt to be reasonable and will let him wear it if it's going to be a fairly mild day but when there is snow on the ground or freezing rain coming from the sky I think he needs to wear a freaking coat. Ugghh, it's exhausting. Seriously exhausting.

I've been thinking about a closet overhaul for Drew. Maybe if we seperated his clothes by school clothes and not-for-school-clothes. Then I could let him pick out what he wanted to wear as long as they come from the appropriate drawers. This might be a good weekend project for Drew and I. A way to work together to solve this problem. I'm actually getting a little excited about this idea. If I involve him then he might be more open to the idea and feel like he has a little control.

I'll have to be sure to post an update on this in a week or so. Let project Drew's Closet begin!

Monday, January 4, 2010

The Finish Line

Well Christmas Break was a huge whirlwind of activities around here. There was so much going on that I didn't even try to stop and blog in the midst of it. We have come out the other side and I have to say that this was one of the best Christmases we've had. It was great! Here is a photo recap of all of our fun.

We had our annual gingerbread house day at Grammy's. Are you amazed at Dane's gingerbread house talent? Who knew we had such an artistic genius on our hands??

Drew turned six. We stuck to our rule of giving Drew a Christmas free, full-on birthday bash; no matter how busy or tired we are. This year's theme was Star Wars.

We prepared for a very special visitor. The reindeer apparently loved our carrots. I know this because we found carrot crumbs all over our driveway on Christmas morning. Gotta love that Christmas magic!

We opened the presents. Oh my the presents! My boys are truly blessed with so many people that love them and want to give them the world. Of course those people don't live here and aren't tripping over toys every five minutes but we are still very grateful. :)

We played in the snow. Dane has proven to be a born snow lover. He ran, he frolicked, he rode on his sled. The only time he complained was when it was time to go inside and get warm.

And then finally we rested. Apparently we all needed the rest. Dane and Sunny spent most of an afternoon snuggling like this. Now we are on to the not so fun task of putting all the Christmas decorations away. This is proving especially tough for Drew. He keeps telling me that he misses Christmas and putting stuff away is making him sad. This could be true or it could be an ingenious way of getting out of helping his mother. Hhhhmmmmm......................