This evening will be filled with cleaning. As the apartment is a wreck, as usual. What isn't as usual is the approach of Dan's family from the EAST. So, I must attempt to make everything look nice and neat, to the best of my ability with a very inquisitive 15 month old.
Last nigit I returned home from work to find Dan nearly passed out from exhaustion (worked from 4a to 1p). He then regailed me with the antics our son had been up to. Climbed onto the rocking chair and was using it as a vehicle across the room. When prohibited from doing that, climbed up the ladder back of the rocking chair to further explore the wall. Took every item he owns from his toy chest and placed them in various places through out the apartment. Slammed the toilet lid on his fingers (for the second time that day, he did it earlier in the morning prior to me taking him to Bubby's), crawled over Dan about a million times (he now questions his ability to produce more children), then beat Dan soundly about the head with his bat, golf club, and empty snack canister.
He he he he he hah hah....ahem.
I, being the wonderful person I am, took my incredibly hyper son for a walk to Grandma Jeans to give Dan at least a couple hours of silence and rest. We ate Broccoli Cheese Soup, and a fettucini with Tomoatoes, garlic and olive oil (boy is that easy and good). Tate was not in the mood for eating. Apparently, in order for him to have accomplished everything he had, there was no nap for him. He was wired and unhappy about it. Poor little guy.
We eventually returned to the apartment at 8:00 where I promptly stuck his little bum into a bath, snuggled him up a bit, and plopped him into bed where he contentedly flipped over on his favorite pillow and fell fast asleep. BONUS - he slept all through the night.
Now, here's where I start to prove how inept a mother I can be. I am not supposed to place pillows, blankets, bumper pads, loose clothing, toys, etc into the bed with my son according to everything I have been reading (which is much as I want to be a great mom). HOWEVER - the past two nigits I have placed him in his crib with his favorite, overly large pillow (the one he wrestles with) and both nigits he has slept through the night and even into the morning to the point where I have to wake him up.
Both mornings I did rush into his room to verify he was still alive, on account of the magazines tell me that he will suffer SIDS if I do the above listed things I shouldn't.
He's alive and kicking.
Sigh.
I also allowed my son to sleep on his belly for much of his infanthood. Granted it was directly atop my person, however I wasn't supposed to do that either. Mostly, it was how he preferred to sleep.
I digress.
Friday!
Vehicular Homicide count for the day: 1 squirrel - 1 raccoon
It was a slow nigit. And surprisingly the other corpses were removed or eaten.
Blech!
Last nigit I returned home from work to find Dan nearly passed out from exhaustion (worked from 4a to 1p). He then regailed me with the antics our son had been up to. Climbed onto the rocking chair and was using it as a vehicle across the room. When prohibited from doing that, climbed up the ladder back of the rocking chair to further explore the wall. Took every item he owns from his toy chest and placed them in various places through out the apartment. Slammed the toilet lid on his fingers (for the second time that day, he did it earlier in the morning prior to me taking him to Bubby's), crawled over Dan about a million times (he now questions his ability to produce more children), then beat Dan soundly about the head with his bat, golf club, and empty snack canister.
He he he he he hah hah....ahem.
I, being the wonderful person I am, took my incredibly hyper son for a walk to Grandma Jeans to give Dan at least a couple hours of silence and rest. We ate Broccoli Cheese Soup, and a fettucini with Tomoatoes, garlic and olive oil (boy is that easy and good). Tate was not in the mood for eating. Apparently, in order for him to have accomplished everything he had, there was no nap for him. He was wired and unhappy about it. Poor little guy.
We eventually returned to the apartment at 8:00 where I promptly stuck his little bum into a bath, snuggled him up a bit, and plopped him into bed where he contentedly flipped over on his favorite pillow and fell fast asleep. BONUS - he slept all through the night.
Now, here's where I start to prove how inept a mother I can be. I am not supposed to place pillows, blankets, bumper pads, loose clothing, toys, etc into the bed with my son according to everything I have been reading (which is much as I want to be a great mom). HOWEVER - the past two nigits I have placed him in his crib with his favorite, overly large pillow (the one he wrestles with) and both nigits he has slept through the night and even into the morning to the point where I have to wake him up.
Both mornings I did rush into his room to verify he was still alive, on account of the magazines tell me that he will suffer SIDS if I do the above listed things I shouldn't.
He's alive and kicking.
Sigh.
I also allowed my son to sleep on his belly for much of his infanthood. Granted it was directly atop my person, however I wasn't supposed to do that either. Mostly, it was how he preferred to sleep.
I digress.
Friday!
Vehicular Homicide count for the day: 1 squirrel - 1 raccoon
It was a slow nigit. And surprisingly the other corpses were removed or eaten.
Blech!