Daylight savings not saving me any sleep

Did I already write about this? He is totally out of whack!!! and I know L had the same problem with C. Any suggestions (from other anal, schedule-following moms like us) to get them back on schedule would be greatly appreciated.

Okay

Finally, the keyboard is working at Papa's house.

My parents (W's grandparents) are having a massive Halloween shindig tonigh. MiMo gets kind of anxious the day of any party she is throwing. It's been fun. W didn't sleep at all last night. I think he has come down with a bad cold (I hate flying with him because of all the germs) and he is not feeling super duper tonight. Luckily MiMo gave in and decided to not put the wine bar outside of his bedroom. That would make for a fun evening for me. I am not sure this is going to be a thrill for me anyway, with him toddling around, whining with a runny nose and overwhelmed with all of these strangers ogling him. Really not looking forward to it especially since he didn't sleep well last night.

We took a ton of photos in the orange, yellow and red leafed scenery. and I am sure there will be plenty more. I have to post them up when we get back just for all NOLA moms who don't get the chance to see a change of seasons. A mom here wrote an article in the paper saying that the leaves are so much more vibrant since she has had her baby. I feel the same way. They seem so alive and bright through the eyes of a baby. W has been walking around 90 percent of the time with a red leaf in his hand. The other 10 percent he has a small squash from any fall display that he can find.

Vacation

W and I are in North Carolina with my parents and it is beautiful. The leaves are changing, everything is bright and alive and W is too. He is having a grand time despite not onlyhis confusion with daylight savings but also the time change. He woke up at 4:45 am. not fun, partially a consequence of not having had a nap yesterday. Don't get me started. Momo and Papa don't quite get the schedule thing.

Will be in touch again once Papagets a new battery for his keyboard. This took me 30 minutes to type.

So many phases

Not doing supper with the Little Buddy for awhile. The past 2 dinners he has had meltdowns. Today I thought we were good to go. He took a nap from 3:30-5 and was in a happy mood until we got to the restaurant. He was done. and on Wednesday he did the same thing. Makes me sad. Looks like we won't be going out to dinner for awhile. Maybe it's just a phase.

Mom Blogs

I just came across 2 blogs that I think I might love. I haven't fully perused them yet as I literally came across them 2 minutes ago and it is way past my bedtime (W has been getting up at 5am). Maybe you've seen them or not but the nanny one seems especially fascinating.

I Saw Your Nanny
Anyone can go on and post 'nanny stories'. So if you see a nanny being mean to a child and they are doing something that you wish someone would tell you about if they saw your nanny doing it to your baby you can post it on here and hope that you will see it. They do have sweet posts, complimenting nannies too.

Posh Mom
The intent is good. I haven't clicked around enough to see if it really serves a purpose, for me anyway. But the 'party' section caught my eye. Always up for a good par-tay!

The Little Prince

We spent all morning outside. I ran around the park and then we played in the grass. After a quick lunch, W is only eating goldfish, we scooted around the block in his red wagon and walked up and down the sidewalk and watched the cars pass. We had a grand time. October in New Orleans really is perfect. It's a bit overcast today but still cool enough to be comfortable spending the day outside.

Momo and Papa come home today. So that will be a change of pace for W. He loves Momo and Papa. Who wouldn't? Momo kisses and cuddles and reads and tickles and Papa lets W grab his nose and sings and carries him around like he's The Little Prince. Papa tells him everything about everything and then listens while W talks. It's all about W. They will be certainly giddy to see him walking in his new shoes and even giddier when they see the look on his face when he sees them.

It'll make for a fun weekend.

Christmas?!

I know but as an ex shop owner I start thinking early about Christmas. Looking for fun photo cards for Christmas. Check these out

• Tiny Prints
• Basically Cards

I love them both and they seem to priced pretty reasonably. Friends, act surprised if you get one from us!

C and W

They grew up together. They met when they were 4 and 5 months old, give or take a few weeks. They've been through it all.

• Eating cereal

• Crawling

• Fighting over toys (sometimes C wins, sometimes W wins. We probably shouldn't encourage it but we do. Making them men! Today C took a stick away from W. W took it back! Yay! W had grass leaf. C grabbed it for himself. One for C!)

• Walking

• New shoes

• Not eating

Anyway, on our way back from a stroll we came across names written in the sidewalk. You know like you did when you were kids. I feel like you don't see much of that anymore. Well, I think it's because they don't repave sidewalks in N.O. anymore. We have much bigger fish to fry.

Back to the story. The names were C's dad's, his little brother and C's childhood friend. C is named after his dad. and his friend...same name as W. Are you following this? It was really sweet. Very nostalgic.

So W and C grew up together.
But they have a lot more growing up to do. And once they are all big and grown maybe one day C and W's wives will be strolling down the sidewalk and will have the same story to share.

One step forward, two steps back

W was eating so well this weekend. Guacamole, cheese quesadillas, tomatoes, goldfish, turkey, tuna fish and then he stopped. Goldfish are the food of choice right now. No more tomatoes. I haven't given him Nilla Wafers in awhile. I was trying to break the habit.

It definitely is a power struggle. BUT IT IS SO FRUSTRATING! I try not to fight it. But it's hard.

I wish there was an answer. Just tell me to do this, this and that. and I will do it. and I am sure there are a ton of people out there who will do it too.

Tell me, please.

They grow up so fast.

I feel like I write about this an awful lot. Maybe I don't. I don't know but as I was feeding W this morning I looked at him and saw a countenance that I didn't recognize. It was one of a little boy, not of a baby, and for a second melancholy set in. I longed for him to be the baby that he was. I still think of him as a baby, my baby. and I probably always will. Even when he is married with kids of his own. He will still be my sweet baby boy.

I know. Everyone says it. Strangers tell you at the coffee shop, that they grow up so fast. Usually I just nod, smile and say the stock answer, "I know." But I really do.

Mission Accomplished

It took a few days of W stubbornly standing in one spot, frozen, crying for me or J to pick him up. It's the shoes. He didn't want to walk in them, he wasn't going to walk in them. He was peeoed. He was no longer free wheeling it barefoot all over the place. On the fourth day he forgot all about them and was cruising around the kitchen like a banshee. He still whines a bit when I put them on but he quickly gets over it.

Next mission-getting rid of the bottle, moving on to sippy cups. It won't be easy.

These shoes are made for walkin'

But he won't walk in them. W has new shoes. He hates them, with a passion and it's only getting worse. Last week he cried but slowly walked in them until we could distract him and then he was running. Now he just stands there and cries, sobs. I'm not sure what to do.

A family affair

My smart husband has joined me in blogging. Check out his blog-Nola Blogger.

Worry wart

I worry a lot. Always have. about everything. Just an anxious person I guess. I used to stay awake in college until my best friend came home (if she went out and I didn't). I worry about family and friends and if I have enough food for dinner. I worry when J leaves early for work or to go running that he makes it to the car safely or that he makes it around the park and back. I worry that a piece of orange that I gave W yesterday is stuck in his lungs. I read last night that you shouldn't give them citrus fruit because it's stringy and that what you think may just be a cough may really be part of the fruit stuck in his lungs. I worry.

I never knew what worrying was until I had W. Now I realize that most of the things I worried about before were not really necessary things to worry about. and I realize that I will be worrying the rest of my life. As you get older, you think you should get wiser. But my list of people to worry about only keeps growing. My husband, my baby are now added to the mix. My brother's wife, my in-laws. It would be fun to have a lot of kids but I don't think I could handle the worrying. Because then where does it stop. eventually I'll have to add their wives/husbands and grandchildren to the mix. I got this from my mom. She never went to sleep until we came home at night. In N.O. it makes sense. She wouldn't let us go to a friend's house if they had the sniffles. The worst part of it all is is that as hard as I try not to, I am sure I will pass this OCD of worrying on to my kids. and the cycle will start all over again.

I watch tv dramas now and cry when a child is sad or sick. I cry for the baby and I cry for the parents and the way that I imagine they feel. I worry that I am not a good enough mom for W who deserves the best of everything.

Am I crazy? I am worried that I probably am.

Hiccups

He ate so much today
a pickle
part of my grilled cheese
the pimento from an olive
french fries
he was hiccuping like there was no tomorrow

Then he ate yogurt too. I feel bad, he ate too much, don't ask me how I know that.

HALLELUIA!!! (sp?)

so we were eating at, you guessed it, Superior Grill. I was putting drops of salsa on the plastic tablecloth (they took up the linen one b/c W spilled a whole thing of salsa) and W was fingerpainting with it. I then gave him a cube of tomato to keep him entertained and before you knew it he was shoving it in his mouth. One after the other after the other after the other. He was kind of whining the whole time. I think maybe he didn't like the cilantro that covered it but he liked the tomoto so much he couldn't help himself. We couldn't keep cutting the cubes up fast enough! For those of you who know he won't eat much, it was such a SPECTACULAR event. It just goes to show food truly is their only form of control. Did you read the article in the TP this morning? It talked about how toddlers are picky eaters because they have no control over anything except what they eat. That's why they fight you on food. So true. My boy, W, he had his fill of lycopene tonight and I am proud!

Another day

It's been a very long day. I was up at 3:45 am-the little buddy didn't wake me up- and have been up every since. EXHAUSTED and he is not fully cooperative right now. Won't eat dinner although he is standing in his room laughing right now, better than the fussy, fussy he was doing before.

Oh, Wednesday Wine Down. I don't have a wine. I am sorry. I feel like I keep apologizing over and over for being a bad blogger. I'll get back on my game tomorrow. I promise.

Thinking of taking a cake decorating class! after my first foray into cake decorating with W's cake. I probably don't need to be surrounded by sugar, butter, cream and chocolate at this point in my life ( I found some black pants I bought when we were evacuated a month or so after I had the baby. This is depressing so if you don't want to be depressed, don't scroll down, or close your eyes or just stop reading....













They fit.)