This recipe came to us because we were excitedly telling our friends about how we are working on making a family cookbook. “Well,” said my friend, “You need to come over and try Angie’s maple curry chicken. It’s the best, and it will definitely make it into your book.” Continue reading
This is going MUCH better than I expected. Joseph did the dreaded wake up last night, but it wasn’t nearly has dramatic as I had thought. We continued to do the 5-minute check-in with our script, “It’s time for sleeping. Mommy and daddy are right outside. I love you. Night night.” After 15 minutes he was back to sleep. Then he slept until 8:30am! That’s 13 hours of sleep! Continue reading
I actually wasn’t around for this first night of getting Joseph to learn how to sleep in his big bed. For the past 3 days, my heart has felt so anxious at the thought of going through the motions of this day. Today at dinner, I told Josh that I thought it would be better if I left. Not that he thought I couldn’t do it, but he knows how these things twist me up inside, and agreed that I should take a break and let him handle the first night. Continue reading
I didn’t know sleep regressions were a thing until I was frantically Googling why my baby couldn’t sleep and found out that kids can go backwards. How cruel! Who designed babies to be this way?! And it’s not just a baby thing. Sleep regressions last into toddlerhood! Pair that with a mini-gymnast, and you have one hell of a rough ride ahead of you. I feel like I am obsessed with sleep between Joseph’s craziness and my own. Continue reading
Ugggggghhhhhhhh. Why? WHY.
It’s 2:50 am. I am “getting up” at 5 for our flight to Ottawa. WHY AM I AWAKE RIGHT NOW?!
- I have to pee every 2 seconds
- I am flying tomorrow with a 23 month old
- I watched Canada win a bronze in swimming right before bed
- Heart burn
- Currently sharing the bed with my toddler and husband
- Sore hips
- Baby inside won’t stop moving
I just, want to sleep.
A few weeks ago, Joseph got a pretty bad cut on his finger. Nothing that needed stitches, but he was bleeding for a bit. It took him a long time to calm down from being hurt, but it was the idea of me putting a bandaid on him that was particularly traumatic for him. We worked hard at convincing him that bandaids are good for bo-bos. But now he loves bandaids! The other day he had a big red bug bite on his leg and kept saying, “Ow. Hurt. Bo-bo.” And then he would go to the bathroom and say something along the lines of, “Bado-bada.” We had no idea what he was saying. Until we figured it out! He’s saying bandaid! So now anytime he sees a little red mark on himself he needs a bandaid for it.
Him being almost 2 means he has learned the word, “No”. I’ve been really anxious about this stage, with nightmares of overbearing toddlers screaming NOOOOOO. But he honestly says it in the nicest way, most of the time. Almost like a suggestion. “Joseph, is it time for bed?” “Nooooo?” As he shakes his head no. So cute.
Anything that is food and round is an apple. Although right now he’s not so much into apples as he is plums. The other night before bed he devoured two juicy red plums. He pointed to a third and said, “Happle?” “But Joseph, you just had two plums! You can’t want another one!” “I’m honey!” Hungry. He’s started saying hungry.
Too-too (thank you)
Juuuuu (anything that comes in a can)
Buppies (Bubble Guppies)
Dut (Mighty Ducks)
He is also really into cars. He has four big trucks and buses that he drives around. But lately, he brings them on our bed and drives them around up there! This kind of play is pretty big for us, because he hasn’t really been into independent play before. Today he received his first dinky car from a friend and he was driving it around on a big book I put on our bed. And the other day we couldn’t tear him away from the wooden train set at Chapters. This makes me delighted to watch him play. I know that imaginative play is just around the corner!
We’ve started using really short time outs for him when he does something he shouldn’t. Mostly it’s throwing things (like my phone, or an empty pickle jar), or hitting (it’s weird, sometimes when Josh hold him he gets a little spurt of aggression!). He takes time-outs really well, and when he comes out he needs to say sorry and gives kisses. He is so good at apologizing. A great life skill to have, but he’s almost too good at it! But I love those little remorseful kisses.
My husband has been asked to do a reading at our friend’s wedding this weekend. Although my faith is weak right now, I feel as though God handpicked Josh to do this reading because we need to hear it ourselves. Because it has to do with suffering. Continue reading