Choo-choo woke up two hours earlier than usual this morning and refused to go back to sleep. After yesterday morning–when he quietly removed all the drawers from his dresser and placed them on the floor then filled the drawers with his toys–and yesterday afternoon–when he absolutely refused to lie down in bed and put up such a fight that I ended up sobbing in the bathroom while Diesel tended to our son–I was so not mentally and emotionally prepared for another sleepy time battle.
I so desperately wanted more shut-eye. Continue reading “When the course of mindset is up in the air”
Choo-choo and I were playing with his blocks in the living room last night. We’d had a busy day, but it was quickly approaching bedtime. “Okay, sweetie,” I told him, “You’ve had your extra time to play, but now we need to pick this all up. We can play again tomorrow.”
I began putting the blocks back in their container.
My son, meanwhile, panicked. His eyes grew wide and worried. Continue reading “Like mother, like son”
Please don’t hate me, you guys, but… I caved!
I gave Choo-choo something he wanted that I’d told him “no” about many times. But before you panic, it wasn’t anything dangerous or damaging. In fact, it was pretty much a non-issue I stood my ground against only because my original answer had been “no.”
Remember when I told you about Continue reading “Giving in, not giving up”
For the past several days, I have been woken up at least twice a night by my son Choo-choo. Lack of sleep is usually bad for just about everyone, me included. I end up exhausted, obviously, but there is more to it than that.
Little to no sleep leaves me crabby, anxious and even dizzy, especially with the medication I take before bed each night. This means I sometimes Continue reading “What becomes of the sleep-deprived?”
Just the other day, I was getting Choo-choo ready for another naptime. He went potty, we brushed his teeth, and I gave him a small cup of water to drink. I also let him stand in the kitchen and drink from his water bottle since I knew he’d ask for water as soon as we climbed into bed. I assumed giving him water downstairs would nip that upstairs thirst, or “thirst” aka stalling, in the bud.
Wow, was I wrong! Continue reading “When push comes to shove, Mommy style”
Have any of you ever lied to your kids? I’m not talking about the type of lying that would hurt them or even lies meant to protect them. I simply mean the little fibs to make life just a bit easier.
Here’s an example: I was making a snack for Choo-choo and asked him what he wanted to eat. He told me he wanted crackers and sunflower seed butter. Well, we are currently out of sunflower seed butter. Since I no longer have Continue reading “Sweet little lies”
Remember those bad dreams of Choo-choo’s I told you about?
Well, when I was rocking him for bed, I could feel him trembling. I asked him if he was okay, but he told me he didn’t want to talk about it. Once it was time for him to go into his bed, he immediately started crying and the shaking got worse.
This surprised me, as he never showed any fear about sleeping in his bed. I didn’t know what to do. I did the only thing I could think of, which was to ask him why he was scared. Continue reading “Mother-son heart-to-heart”