It’s no secret around here that my kid is the only 15-month toddler in the state that refuses to sleep through the night. He has a Num-Num Addiction and Mommy is reluctantly to wean him because he is both stubborn and loud.
Since we don’t have enough parenting issues, we’ve decided to add the family bed to the mix. For those of you that love the family bed concept, rest assured that I love it, too. It’s the best arrangement for some families, but we have chosen to keep Little King David in his crib because he sleeps like a spider monkey on methamphetamines and our bed is the only place where Mommy and Daddy can cuddle without interruption.
Mommy is so tired that she recently started bringing David into Mommy & Daddy’s bed in the middle of the night rather than argue with him about whether or not he really needs Num Nums AGAIN. Daddy has encouraged this because it breaks his heart to hear Mommy or David upset. Daddy is a rescuer.
This seemed like a great idea until David assumed that sleeping with Mommy and Daddy is an open invitation to have Num Nums all freaking night long while he kicks Daddy’s kidneys until he is black and blue. And don’t even think about putting a blanket on this kid, because it is coming right off. If you are unfortunate enough to be sleeping next to him and you’re freezing your tushie off, that’s just too bad.
So, why do we continue to allow our kid into our bed?
Because, this morning he woke up, crawled on top of Mommy, gave her a huge open-mouthed kiss, then crawled on top of Daddy, and gave him a giant, slobbery kiss, too.
I feel that I've been neglecting my blog recently, but I am a little overwhelmed right now by my full-time job, my accelerated summer-term college course, my household chores, and my 15-month old toddler.
So, rather than listen to me complain about how busy my life is, which really just goes to show how blessed I am, why don't you just check out my most recent television appearance.
Don’t you love those days of your life that begin with a huge celebration?
Your Wedding Day
Baby’s First Birthday
The Day You Fit Your Pre-pregnancy Jeans
Today is the day my old jeans fit. My stretchy, boot-cut, mid-rise, black-washed Mudd jeans that I love finally fit my mommy body. My khaki, boot-cut cargo cords fit, too. And my stretchy grey dress-slacks which I am wearing at work right now.
(blogging at work again. SHHHH! Don’t tell!)
Little King David is 15 months old today and my jeans finally fit again. It took me this long.
I’ve been working with a personal trainer since I won the Mom Makeover package and I am amazed by my progress. I’ve lost 11 pounds since I started keeping track in early May and I’ve lost 6 of those pounds in the past 10 days!
I’m still alive and I miss the respite my daily blogging habit provides! I never knew being beautiful would be so much hard work. I’ve been busy running around to appointments with the cosmetic dentist, the face-laser dude, and my personal trainer. I also started an accelerated Intro to Philosophy course for the summer semester of my degree program.
If that’s not enough fun for you, we are planning a family camping trip for the end of June and we have absolutely no camping gear, so that means a lot of long shopping trips with a rowdy toddler. Just last night, I spent 2 hours chasing Little King David around K-Mart and Wal-Mart while Daddy perused the camping gear. That’s a story in itself, but I will at least tell you that David is quite the entertainer and plenty of customers got their fair share of laughs last night.
I also work full-time because I’m either a masochist or we really need the money.