Thursday, April 30, 2009

Damn You PBS!

I know Robby read my last post because he woke up at 1 am this morning and didn't go back to sleep. He was coughing a little, but I think he was really up out of 3 year old spite.

We finally got him down for a nap at 1 pm and I don't think I'm going to wake him up.

And Robby? We're having tomatoes and broccoli for dinner.

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Poppies! Poppies, Will Make Them Sleep!

About 2 months ago, Robby started refusing to take a nap at school. We tried having him listen to music on headphones, isolating him from the other kids, punishing him, all to no avail. The teachers had given up and who could blame them for that?

I know kids outgrow naps. Robby was walking around with dark circles under his eyes and his demeanor made it clear he needed some more sleep. The poor kid was born into genes that turn you homicidal without enough pillow time.

Almost two weeks ago, I gave Robby a choice. He could take his nap at school or he could go to bed at 7 pm every night instead of his usual 8 - 8:30 bedtime. Despite me pointing out to him if he napped at school he wasn't missing out on anything, and that going to bed at 7 pm would mean less time at home with us in the evening, he chose the earlier bedtime.

The last two weeks have been wonderful! He has slept well for the most part and wakes up happy. He is not grumpy when I pick him up from school and he doesn't even fight that hard to stay up past 7 pm. (Well, he did last night.)

I have to say it has been nice having the sweet agreeable child back. As much as an almost 4 year can be agreeable that is.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Typical Morning

I've struggled since my 20's with eating breakfast everyday. The Papa has tried numerous tricks to get me to eat every morning. Usually, Robby will eat alone while we get ready for work or make his lunch. After this morning's conversation, I think we all need to sit down and eat breakfast together every morning.

Robby: What do you call a baby elephant?

Me: A calf.

Robby: What do you call a baby pig?

Me: A piglet.

Me: What do you call a baby Robby who doesn't eat his breakfast?

Robby: A crab.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Got Your Number

I have not spoken to The Nanny since early November, when I begged her to call off the lawsuit she filed against The Grandma. I told her we could not talk if there was a lawsuit, as my mom's health was unstable at that point and I might have to take over her affairs. She didn't call it off.

She didn't call for my birthday. She didn't call at Thanksgiving. She didn't call at Christmas. She didn't call when she got my Christmas card with the picture of Robby on Santa's lap. She didn't call when she moved to another state. She didn't call when she turned off her phone and got another number. She didn't call with her new address. She didn't call.

Last week I got her number. I didn't call.

I'm really torn on this one. I know she is suffering from sort form of dementia, but that doesn't make it any easier to understand. I heard from lawyer to lawyer that she never wants to hear from me again. Why? I don't know. I want to hear it from her if she doesn't want me (or Robby) in her life. Just when I convince myself to dial her number, the fear of hearing her say just that stops me.

I know I have to call...eventually.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Dimplecheek Lives!

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