I am not sure what he thought was so funny.
Monday, October 1, 2007
A Solution
We have been trying to come up with a way to paint around the crown moulding in our foyer. A very tall ladder helped Scott get almost all the way up the two story wall in the foyer, but he couldn't get high enough to finish around the moulding. On Saturday, Scott attached a paintbrush (with electrical tape) to the end of a long pole, and cut in around the moulding by leaning over the railing. He has a remarkably steady hand!Sippy Cup & Apple Juice
Ian tried apple juice on Sunday. It was hard to tell if he loved it or hated it. He wanted to keep drinking it, but grimmaced after each swallow. Our pediatrician has been recommending we give Ian apple juice a few times a day, for Vitamin C, since he was 3 months old. I didn't agree, so we didn't do it until now. Mostly because I heard it helps keep you "regular", and our bi-monthly pooper could probably use it. And I am here to tell you that it works. 
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
His OWN ROOM!
Starting last Saturday, Ian has been sleeping in his own room! He seems to be sleeping much more soundly (and longer) and it is so nice to have re-claimed our own bedroom!
Scott and I have both been hesitant to move him out of our room. It's one of those things that is difficult to reason with -- as much as we wanted everyone to sleep better, and as silly as I thought it was to have four bedrooms (including a perfectly adorable nursery) and only use one, I just couldn't make myself move him into the nursery.
But on Saturday Ian was awakened early from his morning nap by neighborhood noises (our bedroom seems to be the least quiet in the house) and I was just so frustrated that I dragged his bed (with him still in it) into the nursery. Temporarily.
But then it was just so hard to get his bed through the doorway that I just left it there.... and I was honest enough with myself to know that if I returned his bed to our room, it would never leave. Even after his siblings had grown up and gone to college, Ian would still be at home, sleeping in our room. Because I liked to have him there.
So I left his bed in the nursery for his afternoon nap too. And we even put him to bed that night in the nursery. And yes, I cried. And cried. I kissed him goodnight 8 or 9 times, petted his soft blond hair and fussed with his blankets (wishing he would wake up) and then cried myself to sleep. Somehow it just hurt to have him so far away. But I survived the night, and so did he. And that left me without any excuses to bring him back into our room. And so, more or less unintentionally, Ian is now sleeping in his own room.
In other news, Ian has been experimenting with a sippy cup. We decided to skip bottles all together, and I have been giving him a little water in the sippy cup every day. And he LOVES it! He grunts and flaps his arm, and holds, tilts and drinks from the cup all by himself. And he seems really proud of himself.
He is also now eating Oats. They are much more messy than Rice is. Once we replace the batteries in our camera, I will post pictures of these exciting events.
Ian wore a tie to church last Sunday. Aren't my guys handsome?
Scott and I have both been hesitant to move him out of our room. It's one of those things that is difficult to reason with -- as much as we wanted everyone to sleep better, and as silly as I thought it was to have four bedrooms (including a perfectly adorable nursery) and only use one, I just couldn't make myself move him into the nursery.
But on Saturday Ian was awakened early from his morning nap by neighborhood noises (our bedroom seems to be the least quiet in the house) and I was just so frustrated that I dragged his bed (with him still in it) into the nursery. Temporarily.
But then it was just so hard to get his bed through the doorway that I just left it there.... and I was honest enough with myself to know that if I returned his bed to our room, it would never leave. Even after his siblings had grown up and gone to college, Ian would still be at home, sleeping in our room. Because I liked to have him there.
So I left his bed in the nursery for his afternoon nap too. And we even put him to bed that night in the nursery. And yes, I cried. And cried. I kissed him goodnight 8 or 9 times, petted his soft blond hair and fussed with his blankets (wishing he would wake up) and then cried myself to sleep. Somehow it just hurt to have him so far away. But I survived the night, and so did he. And that left me without any excuses to bring him back into our room. And so, more or less unintentionally, Ian is now sleeping in his own room.
In other news, Ian has been experimenting with a sippy cup. We decided to skip bottles all together, and I have been giving him a little water in the sippy cup every day. And he LOVES it! He grunts and flaps his arm, and holds, tilts and drinks from the cup all by himself. And he seems really proud of himself.
He is also now eating Oats. They are much more messy than Rice is. Once we replace the batteries in our camera, I will post pictures of these exciting events.
Ian wore a tie to church last Sunday. Aren't my guys handsome?
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