concerning time

Both napping, pizza dough in the machine and really nothing better to do. I didn't say nothing to do.....I said nothing better to do. I could be cleaning, folding, straightening, marketing Wegoshop.com but I'm not going to because this is my time and it may only last a few minutes. Fortunately for me, when both children nap, I can choose what to do. (To all those simpathetic with the matriarc of the family, of which I am one, we'll have to work something into the schedule) To make matters worse, Tricia is sick with a stuffing, aching, not-so-much-of-a-fever but with plenty of kleenx for a nose that really could use some medicine but she would rather not drug the baby sort of situation. So again, she's my hero. I'm the biggest baby in the world, including Zachary, if anything doesn't feel quite right. I'd like to thank you for my health.

An update:

Zachary has developed a method of locomotion. We can it squiggling. It's a combination leg thrust/up on his forearm/driving his head into the floor kind of motion. It's effective and gets him where he wants to go. Most notably but not limited to - small magnet letters, cat hair, balloons, dylan's hair, shoes, the wheels on grandma and grandpa's walkers, the edges of rugs, and his own puke.

Dylan has made an evil friend. Candy.

Me - I'm perfect.

Tricia - See her last post or her next one. I had no idea she was actually going to blog. I'm excited and alittle frightened.

Mommy Time

Zachary is now 5 months old. He is a wonderfully, smiley, little baby. But, he still demands all of my attention from the minute I get home to the minute I leave for work again. But how can I get frustrated when he smiles at me like that?

Dylan is such a big boy. He loves his little brother and is a very good big brother to him. However, Dylan has learned from Zachary, that the only way to get any Mommy time, he has to cry for it. So, when Zach is monopolizing Mommy's time, Dylan will cry. At which point Mommy hands Zach to Daddy and Dylan gets Mommy for about 5 minutes until Zach realizes he's been had.

So this morning Dylan wakes up mere minutes before my alarm goes off (5.27am) crying for me. He has had a bad dream. So I tuck him into bed with Daddy & Zach and head off for the shower. After my morning bathroom ritual, I sneak downstairs (well aware that Dylan is still awake) for a quiet cup of coffee. It is now 5.50am. I barely get a coffee cup down when I hear two crying baby's. Upstairs I head because I know Joel doesn't do well being woken up like this.

So much for my quiet cup of coffee by myself. Both kids are up and now that I've been spotted, both are vying for Mommy Time.

I think Joel has become used to not getting any Mommy Time. He's adapted well. I however, have not. I know that as they get older, the kids will want nothing to do with us and I will have all the time in the world to be by myself. But will I live to see it? Right now I'm sitting at my desk with my head pounding because I can't remember the last time I had any down time.

On taking a nap

Dylan, or should I say No Napping Nate, has developed a number of tactics to prevent naps. Quite frankly I've had about enough. He will do any one of the following and most of the time results in a winning combination. (Thus, I don't get anytime to myself.) Zachary is currently sleeping, and during this part of the day is my favorite by a large margin say....from here to the moon.

It starts with a request for toys in bed. A reminder that I didn't turn on the music. He wants his fan on. Needs to be tucked in again. I have to go potty(peepee). I return each time asking him to lay down, close your eyes and go to sleep. I'm taking the toy away. I check again and he's laying on his belly reading a book (in his bed), I can't get too angry or frustrated with this. So, I let him finish the book and then take it away...and every time, trying very hard to remain calm, I repeat lay down, close your eyes and go to sleep. Next, it's I have to go poopy. (Which entails going downstairs with a book in hand and sitting on the potty for a ridiculously long time. 50% of the time he doesn't go but uses it as another opportunity to look at a book.) We return to his bedroom and I repeat my mantra. Lay down, close your eyes and go to sleep. By this time, I'm starting to get sleepy from saying this damn phrase so often. Finally, and usually after I'm convinced that he's either never going to take a nap or I've just chosen to ignore his movements, he either falls asleep or I have to enact the stay-in-your-room until Zachary wakes up command. And if I'm lucky this will last for 15 minutes.... giving me enough time to go to the bathroom, alone.

Me-mornings are great. afternoons can be trying. night time is exhausting.

Tricia - work is an escape but challenging. home is demanding. sleep is intermittent.

Dylan - Breakfast before Sid the Science kid is a bad policy. Pre-school is fun and naps are unnecessary. I want my mommy.

Zachary - I'm Happy! Mommy, Mommy! Every thing's too far away and I want my MOMMY!