Friday, December 24, 2010

merriest christmas to you

Hope you all were good girls & boys this year. Wishing lots of love and happiness to you in 2011.


Sunday, December 19, 2010


So we took the girls to meet Santa this past weekend. Sure the quality of the pic is nothing special but I love that this particular Santa seems to remember Fallon from year to year. Same dude. Fun, right?

I think her nerves were getting to her, she's peeking in to see what was going on.
Inching her way to see

This is how the conversation went with the big fella.

Santa: Fal what would you like for Christmas?
Fal: Presents.
Santa: ::looks at me:: What was that?
Me: She doesn't discriminate. She said 'presents'.
Santa: HoHoHo.

Happy Holidays!

Friday, December 17, 2010

sing sing

Turn your volume to low and adjust as your ears can handle. Consider yourself warned.

Class full of screaming - I mean singing - 3 year old kids below. I must admit a couple things.

1. I'm didn't think I'd be that mom that would vie for a spot and be pushy about it. Well, I did nudge my way up as much as me + Deuce in the Ergo could nudge, anyway. The upside of preschool performances I've learned is that parent's get the hell outta dodge as soon as their kid is done. F was in the 4th class to perform. Perfect for us.

2. I didn't think that kids shrieking holiday tunes could be cute. I was wrong. (and now that I watch this, I think you had to be there to appreciate it AND have some blood relation to said child)

3. I'm happy my kid wasn't the one digging for gold. On stage. Just before the teacher queued singing. I'm not judging.

4. I'm much happier my kid is the one distracted family members found in the audience. It's a smidge blurry from the hub's insistence of ultra-zoom on the new camera but check her face light up when she notices, Daddy, me, Grandma and cousin M in the audience. Even if it was in the middle of Jingle Bells...and her incessant stomping is the bells strapped to her ankle. You know, kinda like house arrest bracelet? haha.

winter sing from jaugs on Vimeo.

Showing off to cousin her snowflake shirt afterward.
blog singsing1

My parents always brought me flowers after my school and dance performances. It was sweet to see her receive her first flowers from Grandma & Poppa.

Showing off her class projects to anyone who would follow her around the classroom :)
She totally colored in that face on the marshmallow snowman. True story.

Who needs to stay in the stinkin' lines?

Our little snowflakes.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Tis' the Season

We took the girlies to see a neighborhood decked in lights. Apparently most of the 'hood only turns their lights on Thursday - Sunday because we saw loads of dark but lighted houses. I don't blame them, the single string of lights we have on our house jacks up our electric bill enough. I couldn't imagine doing it Griswold-style.

Here are a couple of mention.

F just about tinkled herself over the lights. This holiday season is the best yet. She gets it! :)


This tree twinkled to Charlie Brown Christmas and other holiday favorites a la youtube sensation a five years ago.

And this has got to be the ultimate. I will forever keep this as the standard for home holiday decor. The hubs will need to get to crackin' because this MUST be our set up next year. I'll even give in to more than a single strand of lights....nothing says Tis' the Season quite like a baby in a manger, Teletubbies, Barney the Dinosaur and a handful of Disney's family. W.T.F.
Happy Holidays to you and yours!!

Sunday, December 12, 2010

the difference between 4 & 5 is huge

It's wild how many things changed from 4 months to 5. Deuce is a baby now. Like a real baby. LOL.

At 4 months, she was starting to roll, sleeping in our room and still swinging in the baby swing.

She has since moved out of our room, sleeps a bit more each night, ditched the swing and the Puj tub, loves hanging on her belly - tries to get herself up on her knees - putting anything and everything into her mouth (including her toes, my favorite milestone!) and sitting unassisted. That is some serious progress in four short weeks.

Here's a pictorial of the last month. She doesn't need much from me anymore, other than milk of course.

I'm not exactly sure what it is about toes in the mouth and babies. It has to be my favorite milestone. I'm not your average bear, I know. I had her on the bed and ran into the other room to grab a diaper. I return to this! It MADE my morning.
The obligatory sibling tub shot.
Tummy time with Gunny. He loves his little sissy.
These two are going to be trouble together.
Big trouble.

I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.
I promise to be a better blogger.

We'll see how this goes.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

I think I forgot how to blog...

I only posted 4 times in November. FOUR? I've had post phobia. I've actually opened my blogger 3 times this weekend for the most massive update and closed out. I'm not sure where to start or catch up. Hell, is anyone reading this deserted space in the world wide web any more?

Thankgod November is over. I think the hubs and I slept a total of 8 hours the entire month. I wish that was a joke. Looking back, I couldn't type anything because I had quite a pissy outlook at life. The combo of dog-tired parents and an iron-willed two-year-old is not a pretty one.

I wasn't sure if I was going to post about this and I'm not ever sure every detail will surface here. I suppose if you want to to know more you can ask. I'll be more than happy to share the nitty gritty if there are any questions.

We have a head banger. It hurts me to type that. We read just about every article I've found on the subject. Here are a couple quickie Q&As if you care to see what it is. Click here and here and here. Head banging and two year nighttime tantrums are damn near lethal together.

It's scary. It sucks. And there is nothing we can do about it but hope and wish that this phase will pass as quickly as it came on. The funny (well not funny at all, really) thing is that she started this so late in the game - like at 31 months.

Anyway, these fits started one early early morning around 1AM and carried on for 1.5 - 2 hours. It continued nightly for about a 7 or 8 week period. Yes, you read that right. The best part about it for me is that she timed these nighttime tantrums exactly between Deuce's nightly feeding. I'm fairly certain I didn't sleep from 12:30AM - 4:30AM for weeks. And up until that first night it happened, she had been an all-night sleeper since 8 weeks. We never had a sleeping problem with her. Ever. No Ferber or any other sleep training method was necessary from the get go.

During the daylight hours she is the sweet angel you all know and love. Not one person I've talked to about it hasn't needed me to pick up their jaw when they listen to her story. Not a one. She is fantastic for her teachers, grandparents, friends, aunts, uncles, even the mailman. Everyone. We knew it was bad when the neighbors were talking with us and asking if she was okay - they could hear her screaming from their house. We don't share walls. Her bedroom is in the middle of our house. Who knows where theirs is on their side of the fence....say at least 25 feet? Probably more. Where did this demon come from? Seriously.

Our pediatrician is a godsend. She has called me after hours just to check in, reassure me and hand hold. We had tried just about everything under the sun to get her to sleep but at the same time not give in. We had to break her will. What's stronger than iron? Whatever that is, is what Fal has.

And we won. She might have an iron-will but this mama doesn't like to lose.

I was giving her a bath over Thanksgiving break. She was in a rather pleasant mood and I took full advantage. I was asking her how school was going and other typical questions covering the day. Then out came the gloves, she had no idea where I was going with it. I asked her why she liked to scream in the middle of the night. She didn't reply. I then asked her why she liked to wake up and run around the house and bang her head (on the walls, the bed, the floor?). Here's the part I didn't expect. She looked up from her bath toy coyly smiled and said "because I like to, Mommy." Just like that. I was a mixed bag of happy and pissed at the same time. Happy because the worst case was just thrown out the window. Pissed because she just taken us on the most tireless emotional roller coaster ever. Near two months of questioning every parental decision we had made with her was a mindfuck. On the upside, we don't have to worry about her wavering over picking out colleges?

Now that I knew she was just manipulating us for fun, I decided to really toss the ball in her court and make her think she had the power. I knew she is receptive to charts, she was potty trained in just one. We whipped up a "sleeping chart" the next morning. She'd earn a sticker every morning she woke up in bed without crying, throwing a tantrum in the middle of he night. Whowouldathunk that she would have 7 stickers on that chart since.

It's amazing what sleep can do to one's outlook on life. Let's hope the trend continues.

Now if I can get my 5 month old sleep, I'll be a new woman!
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