Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Secret stash of uppers?

Yesterday was my birthday. It was my 30th and probably one of the best ones I've had in a long time. It was also the day I realized my child is NUTS. I've suspected it for quite some time, but yesterday quickly yanked out any glimmer of doubt I may have had. At several points throughout the day, Lauren asked me if I slipped Brayden drugs. And several other points during the day, he and I stood above our son, laughing until we cried, and wondering what the heck was going on.

So what was going on? Nothing I say can really capture the full effect of my insane son, but some pictures may help.

We start at the doctor's office - where he flirts with the receptionists, bobs his torso back and forth in a not-so-graceful dance (those "skills" come from his daddy) and squirms around so much in order to steal her stethoscope that our doctor has trouble listening to his heartbeat. Our doctor gently tells us the reason our son's weight is a low and he can't seem to gain weight is simply because of how active he is. Shocker.

Before leaving for the fire station, Brayden decides to work on his new motor skill - dive bombing. He tries crawling off the couch and soaring through the air. He puts his feet against my chest while I'm holding him so he can kick off and fly through the air. (He respectfully disagrees with the laws of physics and is out to prove them wrong).

On the way to the fire station, he's sitting in the backseat bellowing out attention-grabbing screams. Not cries, mind you. This kid isn't angry. He's simply loud and enjoys calling attention to himself. As soon as we arrive at the fire department, the kid turns on the charm and is suddenly adorably well-behaved. (Insert my eye roll here) He flirts with the lady paramedic, smiles at all the guys and tries to grab their noses. Wow, Brayden. Kudos on the good-baby act.

Me? Misbehaved? Never.

Later on, we're trying to eat dinner and Brayden is just getting into everything. I finally decide to sit him on my lap and finish eating. Bad idea. The boy who supposedly can't crawl more than a few feet at a time decides to climb onto the table and race across it to grab all the things he knows he's not allowed to have.

Daddy finally decides to hold him for the last few minutes before bath time. Brayden disagrees and decides to once again, practice dive bombing.

Seriously. Where's his secret stash?

This kid is hilarious. His personality is bigger than "larger-than-life." He's always laughing, always smiling and always doing something hilarious. He doesn't need our attention necessarily, but he makes it impossible not to pay attention to him. I feel like he should be some mischievous little orphan character from a Disney movie or something. I'm more than grateful to have such a crazy and amazing little boy and even more thankful that he made my birthday so memorable. At the end of the day, after some of the crazy finally subsides, he's just an adorable little boy who loves snuggling with mommy. And there's nothing better than that. :)

Friday, January 11, 2013

S-L-E-E-P actually spells "insanity"

Brayden's war on sleep has gone on long enough. There have been way too many causalities and way too much time spent trying to repair the damage from the battles. It has become clear that Brayden is the victor. He can outlast, outwit and outbattle sleep with his eyes closed (ha!). Let's call it a "win" and move on. It's a new year and I'd really like 2013 to include some of that awesome stuff that happens when you put your head on a pillow and close your eyes. Unfortunately, peace talk agreements don't seem to be on the horizon, so I think Mom and Dad need to play UN and implement some serious sanctions to end this catastrophe.

"Sleep? Ewwwwwwwwwww........."
It's funny insane how much of an issue this has been for our little guy. Every time I think we're finally making progress, something happens and we're back on the bags-under-the-eyes train once again. In November, he was actually doing great. He was taking two naps a day and sleeping pretty much through the night. We'd give him a dream feed around 3am to help him make it through the rest of the night (we quickly learned that without it, he'd wake up at 5 and be up for the day) and he'd wake up at 7. Lovely.

A few days before Christmas, though, he started crying when we put him down for the night. That continued for almost two weeks. We decided to phase out the dream feed and see how it went. At first, it looked good. The crying at bedtime stopped and he was only waking up once (at either 11 or 4ish) to eat. And he'd sleep until 6 or 6:30. Not ideal, but much better than before.

Now? Ha.

He's back to crying at bedtime. And last night he woke up at 11. And 5. And was up for the day at that time. And he's back to refusing his naps. It's all a vicious cycle really. Bad night sleep = bad day sleep. Bad day sleep = bad night sleep. Not sure what we need to do to get off this crazy train, but I sure am ready.

But you look so sweet when you actually sleep darling!
Lauren and I have (once again) analyzed the situation in every possible way we can imagine to try to come up with a solution. (Before I had Brayden, if anyone had told me I'd lose so much sleep over sleep, I would have given them my crazy face.) So now we're back on the circuit. Trying to figure out what we can do to improve the situation. It's no longer a matter of letting him cry-it-out in order to learn to sleep on his own. Brayden knows how to do that. He simply chooses not to. And that... I'm not sure how to fight.

Is this really normal? Is getting a baby on a sleep schedule seriously this much of a hassle? Or is it just my own lovely bundle of joy? Or perhaps an error I've made along the way? We heard through the grapevine about someone who told his wife that if it wasn't for the "annoying sleep thing," he'd want to keep having kids. I had to chuckle at that. At least some other people think it's a bit of an issue as well. Comfort in misery, I suppose.

In any event, we have a new plan in the works. But because this is a war, I'd hate for the intelligence to end up in enemy hands. Let's just cross our fingers and hope it works.

"Sorry mom. I'd rather be playing."

Monday, January 7, 2013

It's not 2012 anymore...

But I'll still keep thinking it is (and writing it on forms, checks, etc) for a few months. It never fails.

Since I am behind on my postings (the holidays certainly got away from me this year!), let's consider this a double posting, shall we?

The Christmas Part

All he wanted for Christmas was his two front teeth... and Santa happily obliged. Just a few days before Christmas, Brayden started sprouting his two bottom teeth. I could tell the teething was a bit rough on him, but as always, my little man was such a trooper.

Just a few days before Christmas... bottom two teeth coming in!
The holiday itself was great. Chaotic, but great. I'm hoping that next year Brayden doesn't have so many presents to open that he has to take a nap in the middle and then go in for round two. Somehow I don't see that working out for me, though. Munchkin got some great gear this year - and I was lucky enough that several of the infant toys have been keeping my husband amused as well (I see a running trend here... perhaps a commentary on his maturity level?).

"Mine... it's finally all mine!"
The New Year Part

2012 was great. A lot happened throughout the year. Not surprisingly, most of it centered around my favorite bite-sized man.

I started the year still able to sleep in on weekends. I ended it getting up before 7:00 every morning and never knowing what day it was.

I survived a year of teaching high school -- and fielding wonderfully un-censored (and oftentimes inappropriate or ridiculous) questions about pregnancy from my tenth graders. (Mrs. Schleh -- are you, like, worried that your baby is going to fall out while you're, like, at the grocery store???)

I started the year pregnant... and ended it not. I watched Dawson's Creek reruns the weeks leading up to my due date. I was still running or at the gym two days after my due date. I don't even remember what having that much free time feels like anymore. I also don't remember what it feels like to not have a household full of so much love and joy (a more than fair trade off in my opinion).

I got Valentine's Day flowers sent to school from the baby in my tummy (and my hubby, I suppose). I designed a nursery and watched my husband and dad put it together. I had two awesome baby showers.

Oh, and I had a baby (just in case you have been wondering who that super-cute kid is that I keep posting pictures of everywhere).

Yep. That one's mine.
I've always loved the month of January because you get to look back on all of the joy of the past year and because of all the possibility it brings for the year to come. Everyone is busy making and starting resolutions and it just feels like such a clean slate. Even though I won't have as much time to devote to crazy, time-consuming endeavors, I'm really looking forward to 2013. Everyday with Brayden is such a new adventure. So even if I don't manage to lose the last 10 pounds of baby weight or do whatever crazy project I come up with (more on these awesome goals later), I'll still spend every day feeling fulfilled, accomplished, and happy.

(Bonus points will be awarded for putting on something fancier than yoga pants on days I spend at home)