Thank goodness for the iPhone. At least this way I can catch up on my reading while I wait for my daughter to fall asleep.
You would think that a kid who only took a nap around 9 AM this morning while driving to Chicago and then walked about a mile to lunch and then played…and then didn’t nap at all on the ride home would be utterly exhausted and would fall asleep before the first page of the book was turned.
You’d think that, but you’d be wrong.
I think that she might finally be close to sleep. This is my second trip upstairs and I think the last hissy fit may have taken the fight out of her.
I am _not_ sleeping on the floor tonight
Please forgive any spelling errors or anomolies. I’m posting from my iPhone while trying to convince my daughter that I am in fact asleep.
This is from this week’s Weekly Assignment from Digital Photography School.
I captioned this one “not sweet enough”
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One of my wife’s many projects for her first summer “off” in…a number of years involves our daughter’s room.
Specifically, her future new big girl room.
We always knew that we’d have to move our daughter out of the nursery. For one thing, the nursery is directly attached to our bedroom, and at some point our daughter would no longer be confined by a crib. For another, we have another, more easily confined kiddo on the way, so it’d make sense to put that kid in the nursery.
In any case, almost every room in our home is covered in wallpaper, which I swear is my wife’s anthema. She…HATES…wallpaper. Specifically this wallpaper. I think sometimes we bought this house based on the thought that she’d get to tear down all the wallpaper in the house. After all, she likes her projects.
Our daughter’s new room was no exception. After experimenting with the wallpaper in our room for the better part of a half-year, my wife’s summer began with her feeling confident that she’d mastered a technique that would allow her to strip down our daughter’s new room in no time flat.
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She’s a little daddy-centric right now. And very unhappy. And keeps freaking out when I’m halfway through writing a post.
My daughter has embarked on a brave new adventure this week: Sleeping alone in a big girl bed.
And by “big girl bed” I mean a mattress on the floor.
And by “alone” I mean with me lying in the bed with her until she (and usually I) fall asleep and my wife extracts me from the room oh-so quietly.
And by “in” I mean that this morning I walked past her gated off yet open doorway to see her lying sleeping on the ground next to her bookshelf.
I don’t know exactly when she woke up and moved herself to the floor as she didn’t really wake up crying for me and/or mommy (as was the case the night before). I thought I heard her at one point around 10 as she drank from the sippy cup we leave next to her at night. She might have rolled off at some point as she’s a very restless sleeper.
We’re trying to work up to the point where I can leave her in her room without her freaking out and needing me to sleep next to her. It’s proving more difficult than we imagined.
We’re trying out our big girl bed. It’s not going well.
Post tomorrow.
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Today my in-laws dropped by for a second attempt at installing my daughter’s brand new Sandbox.
As you may recall, the first attempt did not go as planned. An overly enthusiastic watering schedule on my part kept us from having a stable surface to traverse upon. A quick consultation with the landscaper led me to basically leave my lawn alone for almost a whole week. Today it was firm enough to walk on most of the lawn without feeling like you were walking on some wierd green pillows.
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One of the unintended side-effects of hosting a party is left-overs. I don’t think that anyone goes on a shopping trip thinking “You know…10 people are attending my shindig on Friday. But I think at least 10 other people overheard me inviting Bob to the party, and even though we were actually in the middle of the grocery store and neither Bob nor I actually know them, they might find out who I am and where I live and come to our little party as well. I’d better buy enough chips to feed twenty people.”
No, more than likely you go to the store thinking, “I’ve only ever seen Bob put away a hamburger or two at any particular social function. But I’m pretty sure he was just being modest and would probably eat three if he could. And Mary? She once told me that she like hotdogs. Which means she’d probably eat a half a pack just by herself. Man, I’d better stock up.”
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