I Guess That Makes Sense

Sam told me today that he likes maggots "because they're cute". "Cute?" I said. "Yes, because they're so small," he answered.

I figure I'll let that one go. If the writhing and eating of rotting food doesn't put him off, why should I?

Success!!

Both slept through the night. When Joey woke up (a little earlier than usual, but I wasn't pushing it), he was sitting up when I walked into his room. He climbed out of bed (!) and came right over to me, arms up so that I could carry him downstairs.

Sam, as expected, was just fine.

The Grand Experiment, pt 328

As of about an hour ago, Joey is now sleeping in a big boy bed, and Sam is now sleeping in a bed without rails. I have no idea what Joey is going to do when he wakes up in the morning; I'm assuming that Sam will not roll out of bed in the middle of the night.

Will provide a follow-up in the morning. Assuming we're able to. May God have mercy on us all.

Um, What?

Julie took Joey to the grocery store today. She had to pick up a card (among other things). Apparently, Joey went nuts when they went into the card aisle:
"No, no, no no no nononono! 'Top! No no!" he said.

Since when does a 21-month care what cards we buy?

Talking Up A Storm

Boy, is he ever. Sometimes, it's even with real words!

Joey is hitting that point where verbalization moves from noise to words, and it's really cool to see. Er, hear. Over the last couple of weeks, he's really started phrasing his noises; it was obvious that he was trying to say specific things, but that he didn't have the words for them. That's now starting to change.

Last night as Julie was rocking him before bed, he looked up at her and said, "Bye, mama." She put him in his crib and asked if he wanted the blanket. "Banket," came the response. "Bye, mama. Uvoo."

This morning he came with me to wake up "Nammy". "Mornin Nammy! Hi! Mornin Nammy!" Then (my personal favourite) "Mornin Nambo!"

He says please, thank you and you're welcome, he's starting to ask for things by name, and he's yelling a lot less. (At least, he's yelling out of frustration a lot less. Still a lot of yelling.) It's very cool; I can't wait until the boys can really talk to each other.

Maybe then I can go pee all by myself.

I Thought It Was A Myth

So, there is tons of misinformation spread by parents to non-parents, all designed to entice them into joining the fold. This misinformation comes in two flavours:

1) The optimistic lie. These make child-rearing sound like butterflies and puppies, with never a mention of having to take the puppy outside to pee at -30 weather in the middle of the night, or how badly enough butterflies can mess up an intake vent. "You'll wonder how you managed without them." "They always light up the room." "Have more; they'll play with each other and give you time to yourself."

2) The make-it-sound-awful lie, or the Military Recruitment Pitch. These are designed to make people think to themselves, "It can't be that bad; I can totally do it!" "I haven't slept in 4-6 weeks." "My son just screamed for three days straight." "Better enjoy sex for making them... *spoken ominously*"

This weekend I ran into what I thought had been one of the Recruitement Pitch lies. Last week I had to wake Sam up on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. I guess he's been tired; he's probably growing, etc, etc, etc. S'ok, I told him. You can sleep as long as you want on Saturday and Sunday. He was happy at the prospect, so naturally he was up at the crack of 6am. Oh, I thought to myself. Guess he's doing better.

This morning? Drag him out of bed at 7am.

How do they know while they're sleeping??