Thursday, August 20, 2009

End of an era

Chum woke up hungry sometime around 4.30a.m. this morning, I remember the stars were still out in force and there was no hint of the sun in the eastern skies.

I brought him to bed for an early morning nurse. Now that I don't get up during the night to feed him (instead still enduring his 1am wake up call), the early morning nurse has seemed a good compromise. He gets a full belly, we both get to snooze until a more reasonable hour.

This morning I woke up in the still dark to a crash. That crash being Chum toppling out of bed and onto the floor. He was totally fine, just obviously angry about the sudden change in location. I on the other hand was not. Where were my supposedly razor sharp mothering instincts?

I still want to puke when I think about it.

So no more early morning snuggles in bed Chum. I have no idea what to do next...perhaps it's go feed him on the living room couch while trying to write my master's with one hand or watch early morning news shows. I may end up with a rise time of 5am now but at least I don't have to encourage Chum into a career in base jumping just yet.

...shudders

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

On the day you were born...



Little Chum turned nine months old last week. These day he looks so different from this tiny, wiggly creature except for those nostrils. TThe first thing I thought when I looked at him was "so he's got his daddy's shnoz."

There's a challenge for you Chum, can your nose can hold as many dice as your poppa?

Thanks for the video Dad! (aka Grandpa "Uncle" John).

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Wait it just keeps getting better...

Time Machine

Jarah in year 2028.

Monday, August 10, 2009

What's This?

Click here and get a sense of my current mood.

Chum woke up twice last night, cried and chatted to himself in his crib for >2 minutes each time and then knocked off ON HIS OWN back to sleep. He didn't get up for real until about 5am.

I feel like I just discovered Christmas. Even the impending Tropical Storm Felicia can't dampen this good mood.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

A Cold, A Date, A Lack of Sleep

We have been in the middle of a heat wave here on west Kauai. Somehow in between the sweating, the ice dripping, the dreaming of snow and the drinking of water a nasty cold has struck Little Chum and his Momma and Poppa. We (the Momma and Poppa) went out tonight for our THIRD date of the past 9 months....to a function at my work. It was over the top beautiful, the Garden lit up in the dark, people gusssied up, tango under a full mango moon...but we sniffled in the corner clutching a cup of champagne in one hand and a mug of peppermint tea in the other. The clock struck nine and we looked at each other, "Want to go?" "Only if you do." "I'm exhausted, let's go." "Thank God."

Part of our lameness is a direct result of Chum's insistence on waking between the hours of 2 and 5. Why he does this seems mixed up in theories ranging from separation anxiety, to left over birth trauma to demonic possession. For my part, I know that the other night I had a sinus headache, was singing a lullaby, Chum was imitating a prisoner being drawn and quartered from his crib and next thing I know I was convinced I had entered Dante's Inferno. Blazed past the babies in purgatory, the thieves and murders and headed straight to the inner sanctum where Judas and maybe Brutus were hanging out playing cards. I was in agony.

Then somehow it was dawn. The sky was a light gray. The roosters were greeting each other joyfully. And Chum sat up in his crib with an extra wide smile looking like he'd just gotten back from an all-inclusive resort stay in Baja and suddenly...all was forgiven.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Will he get the shakes?

I'm a little worried about weaning. We're 3 months shy of a year hereabouts and to say chum has a milky addiction is putting it mildly. he loves him some milk with the passion Dracula feels for a shapely neck, Kim Jong-il feels for 80's action movies and my husband feels for sleep.

Hence I'm thinking of not weaning at the 1 year mark. However, if I wait for him to self-wean will I have a kindergartner becoming a social pariah when he packs me for school lunch?

Developing...