It's in the Blood

Scene:

Q running with excitement into a Chinese restaurant holding his Hannukah boardbook.
Husband beaming with pride and announcing, "I TOLD you he is Jewish!"

What is it with Jews and Chinese food? I swear the husband thinks that beef & broccoli is part of his cultural palate. This might just be a secular/reformed Jew thing, but in the world of my midwestern Irish Catholic parents, there was no Chinese food for me. Not until I went off the the wild world of liberal arts college.

Our kid is fulfilling his duty to love Chinese food easily and happily. You should see his face light up when talk about going out for "noodles".

Q has blond hair and pale skin. Good for the the husband that can finally point to evidence that this kid is half his:)

It must be in the blood.

The Chronicles of Napping

Or no napping. This is entirely my own fault. See, when we had version 2.0, the Mighty Miss O, I just didn't expect the original version to go so batshit crazy with the sleep issues. And since the original version was the Center of the Universe for so long, Mr. Q has had trouble getting adjusted to the new deal. Mighty Miss, as most second children must, appears to know the order of things. She is already a well adjusted sleeper who, apparently knowing nothing different, sleeps through the uh communication of disagreement from the original version. Why am I writing about my children as if they are software programs? I have no idea. I guess I thought it would be funny.

Anyway, Q loves to sleep with us. He seems most happy when his body is flung over one party or the other so that the cuddles are extra warm and cozy. And since I have always had a secret affection for this cuddle time, I think I helped to establish some bad habits, particularly when I was pregnant with O and living in the hovel. We let him into bed with us. He was primed to continue said bad habits when Miss Thang arrived, given his delicate emotional state regarding the new family member. We worked HARD at undoing these bad habits during Sleep Training, The Second Act. They had reached a crescendo where he was waking several times a night and earlier and earlier in the morning, only satisfied if we brought him to our bed. This coupled with the newborn sleep made for Very Bad Sleep in our house all around. For the most part things are now great, they both sleep through the night until at least 6am. But now, the nap issue is not so good. And see, I really needed Quinn to nap today since we all have colds and I noticed that I was eying the clock waiting for nap time as if the event was akin to a cold fountain of water in the Sahara desert. Get my (sand) drift?

So I did a bad thing.

Oh, did you notice I am blogging mid-day? Well see, the Mighty Miss O is sleeping in her crib. The Mighty Quinn cried for one hour at their door (O slept through the whole thing) until I went up and brought him to my bed where he promptly fell asleep.

I hope I am not undoing all our hard work.It really is a slippery slope with this one. Give him an inch, and let's just say that a hundred miles is a more accurate analogy.

I hope the husband doesn't read this post because I will be getting a big Time Out. Mommy's in trouble.

Also, everyone is sleeping. It is so worth it.

WTF Do I Do Now?

Q now (theoretically) sleeps in his Big Boy Bed. At first I thought " a miracle has been bestowed on our house" since the man freakin' loved it so much. I figured that I had just waited too long to get him out of the crib, which he did not appear to like anymore. So after a much suffering through Sleep Training, the Second Act, we went ahead and purchased our Big Boy Bed. The joy the joy.

Not so much anymore. It started at the other morning at 5:00 when I awoke to my beautiful son's face a mere few inches from my own. How did that happen? Oh, yes. The Big Boy Bed. Lately, he has not been into napping. For the last hour I have sequestered myself in the home office while listening to the sounds of thunder from above. I do not know what is going on up there, especially since O is sleeping in the same room in Q's previously owned crib, but I swear to god he is practicing some sort of Cirque Du Soleil tryout. What's even more annoying is that he was so tired at nap time. I mean, rubbing his eyes and acting very Time to Go to Sleep.

Honestly, I don't know what to do. He recently has gotten into "jumping" and if I know my son, he is jumping off his low-to-the-ground-bed onto the floor over and over again.

Is there anyone out there whose dealt with this? He's not crying, so I am staying put for now. But he's not sleeping either.

Annoyed.