What a Monday...
I've been so busy with work and Cade's slow march into the Terrible 2's that blogging time is way cut short these days! Figured I should take some Mommy Time to document our life these days.
Nick and I have gone back and forth and back and forth about whether we are going to just accept that Cade wakes up between 4:45am and 5:30am OR if we continue the never-ending battle of Sleep Training. It's crazy. And no, I don't need comments about how your little precious has been sleeping til 8am since they were 4 months old. That's not the situation we've got. We've got a baby who is totally fine on 7-8 hours of sleep. That's like an adult. Children through age 19 need like 10 hours. wth do I have a toddler who sleeps like he's 25? So yeah, it's a cup of tea.
No really, it's a cup of tea. There is no time for wine or caffeine past 5pm. It's literally Mommy's 8pm cup of chamomile... I've even had to go off the Melatonin, and my faithful boyfried, Tylenol PM, because the 4:45 wake-up time is NOT cool with a sleep drug hangover.
So, I adore my child. I can't stand how much I have the overwhelming need to kiss, hug, tickle, love him. We were having a blast tonight cooking dinner. We turned on the 90's music channel on TV. We jammed to La Bouche (drill team tryout memories!), Britney's Crazy, and some Counting Crows (college library flashbacks). I whipped up an A-MAYYY-ZINGG chicken zucchini stovetop stuffing casserole of goodness. Then I realized as Cade cried in hunger and boredom at his before dinner snack that the casserole delight wouldn't be ready for another 30. Damn. PB&J it is, my man! NOT. Homeboy cried and cried. Cried so much the casserole was done, then he refused to eat it. Hi, Terrible 2's. I hate you.
So we give up on dinner and go to bath mode. It was fun we found toys, he hugged me to stay warm as the tub filled up. Then as soon as I put him in he cried. Then he peed in the tub. Bath over! We got in jammies and lo-and-behold Dancing with Stars was on. Jennifer Grey was rocking her um, Ginger Rogers dance? And Cade couldn't take his eyes off it. So I copied their moves as I held him. He giggled, held on for dear life and giggled some more as we danced. It was so sweet.
Luckily the crying stopped long enough to just heat up some milk and a muffin (the kid has GOT to eat, drives me crazy when he's not hungry) and cuddle him to bed. Lord knows we needed some guidance from above on crazy days like this, so I read the Baby Bible to him. We reviewed Adam and Eve, discussed David & Goliath, and hell, he was out wayy before I got to the Last Supper. It was bliss to not even finish one book and have a halfway sleeping baby who didn't request oh, 5 more books. (Seriously, he's a reader.... needle in my eye, I mean, I'm proud. Very proud of this "habit".)
Anyways, bloggies. They call it mother's love because you don't quit when it's hard. You keep pushing forward to get to the good bits. It was all worth our 90's music, our dancing, and the post bath huggle.... until 4:45 tomorrow that is;) Then it starts again.