11:30 AM. Managed to eventually get everyone back to bed! K woke up around 8:30, and Q slept until 9:30 - unheard of! Quinn woke up and the cold has now reached massive proportions, so I'm not surprised he slept late. Poor guy... wants to sit on mommy's lap under the blanket, and the cloudy sky is 'too bright in my eyes', so we've closed the curtains. What I wonder now is what effect this will have on the rest of the day's naps! K went down for his first nap at the time he usually wakes up... well, I may just be doomed, that's all. In the meantime, I'm going to eat some of the banana flavored ice cream that my kiddo just cooked up for me with care. Watch out! he says, it's hot!
Me: "Q, do you want pear or orange for lunch?"
Me: "Pear? or orange?"
Me: "Pear. With a Puh."
Q: "Care. With a Puck."
7:20 PM. The afternoon was trying. We got out of the house for a stroll to the birdseed store, where K managed to meltdown everytime he saw the nice, grandfatherly birdseed store owner. Played, etc. K went to bed, again crying for 15/20 mins. I am so tired of having to listen to him cry every single time I put him down to sleep. According to the book, it should be working very differently. We let him cry so that he'll learn to sleep better - thus one week of crying will avoid years of bad sleeping. Well let me tell ya, the week is up, and then some. And I'm starting to think that rather than training him to sleep, we're just training me to ignore his cries. And I don't like that at all. Q finally went down too, after a few tantrums. Poor kid is so sick. So now, my patience is all but gone. Here's hoping they sleep well. I could really use a long soak in a quiet tub, but will be entertaining tonight. Hopefully seeing friends will be just as relaxing and rejuvenating.
End of the day and the friend visit was very pleasant. A nice reminder that I'm a person outside of this (wonderful) Mom title that I hold. But I miss Hobie. Just put K down again after feeding him. He woke up and cried several times, and it's just so hard to ... I feel like he's crying all the time. He's not. He's such a happy baby, but when you're a mom, one minute of crying just feels like many multiples of that, and it's starting to feel like he's crying more than he's smiling. And having people over when I'm actively trying to ignore the crying... well that's not fun. Sort of changes the whole mood of the evening. I miss Hobie. When he's around, I'm not the only one who thinks the sleep training is a good idea. I'm still outnumbered, but at least I'm not the only one.
Must sleep, because I've got another tomorrow and must do it all again.