Thursday, April 14, 2011

Ollie homemaker

Oliver has been making me laugh recently with his attentiveness to Emmeline and his, well, other baby -- Cookie Monster.  I'd noticed a week or more ago that when I was fussing over Emme in the evening, Ollie would go upstairs and get Cookie and his blue blanket and kind of fuss over them (usually covering Cookie completely with the blanket).  When Emme cries, Oliver will often go and get Emmeline's blanket to help soothe her.  So the same for Cookie.

Last night, when I was changing Emme upstairs, Ollie went and got Cookie.  This time, his nurturing went a little further.  He put Cookie over his shoulder and did the kind of swaying/bobbing motion I do when soothing Emmeline.  We all went downstairs together, and when I sat down to nurse Emme, Ollie sat next to me.  And then lifted his shirt and offered his chest to Cookie!  Cookie, evidently, wasn't very hungry, so Ollie got Emme's pacifier instead and gave that to the Monster.  The game wore out shortly thereafter, but Oliver's attentions to Cookie have sustained.  It's truly adorable.

And if his childcare services aren't enough, there's more.  This morning, after a rough second half to the night, I awoke to a familiar and yet out-of-place noise.  Eventually, though, I placed it.  Ollie had woken up, gone in the hallway, and turned on the still-plugged-in vacuum cleaner left there from my mid-day cleaning yesterday.

A man who cares for the baby and vacuums?  This kid's going to be pretty popular come 30.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Five funny things about Oliver

1.  Oliver is currently very attached to the gray, plastic step stool that we keep in the downstairs bathroom so he can get on the potty and wash his hands.  He takes it everywhere.  He gets up in the morning, wants to see me pour his cereal in a bowl up on the counter, so he goes and gets his step stool.  He puts the step stool next to the couch so it's easier to climb up on it.  He places it in the middle of the rug in the living room and jumps off of it or sits on it to read a book to the babysitter.  I don't know if he has Napoelon syndrome or just likes being as efficient as possible, but the gray stool -- hilarious.  I actually used it this morning as a side table to hold my tea.  Really, very handy.

2.  Oliver is learning lots of new phrases recently.  Last weekend, he told me something was funny -- only it wasn't.  He was misbehaving, and I told him, "No, it's not funny."  Since then, he'll periodically get a really serious look on his face and say, "It's not funny mom."  Last night he was chastising the dog for tearing up the trash in the bathroom ("Lucy messed up the toilet paper") -- on Saturday -- and told her, "It's not funny, Lucy."  Which was funny.

3.  Oliver has been trying to learn to temper certain behaviors that keep getting him in trouble (look, people, he's two, okay) -- namely, spitting and screaming.  The spitting thing is just plain defiance.  He usually even looks at me when he does it.  But the last day or two, trying to be the good boy that he is, he'll say, "I'm keeping my spit in my mouth."  Good job, buddy.

4.  Ollie has also been projecting his misbehavior recently.  Several times we've gone to put him to bed and been told that Cookie Monster was being bad.  One day Oliver told us that Cookie had been spitting, and so Oliver put him in time out on the bookshelves.  (It seems worth noting that Oliver had himself been in timeout that day for spitting.)  Last night, Ollie was going to make Cookie sleep on the floor because he'd been hitting (which Oliver had been doing part of the evening).  I don't know whether I should be happy that Ollie is recognizing these behaviors as inappropriate or worried that Cookie Monster is being such a bad influence on him.

5.  In between the spitting and screaming and chastising the dog (while standing on his gray stool), he's just so darn sweet.  He wakes up every day in the best mood.  He asks lots of questions.  He likes to go in the yard when the bunny or possum are out, but once there, he gets nervous about going too close.  He cries about the most random things, laughs when I read him the refrain from Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, and eats "red" (Lucky Charms) every day if available and "orange" (Mini Wheats) if not.  

Monday, April 4, 2011

A Saturday outing

Oliver got a haircut -- and a sucker.
He didn't know what to do with it
because he'd never had one before!

Emme helped Wes shop for shoes.

Goodnight, sweetheart

Emmeline's sleep has something of a focus in our household recently.  Her nap schedule during the day is a little variable, but she tends to catnap a little in the morning and afternoon with one big four-hour nap in the middle of the day.  I don't think it's the best thing for her, but it's clearly her tendency, and so right now we're going with it.  At night, except for one magical night when she went to bed around 7pm, she doesn't usually fall asleep until around 10pm, often because I go with her, nurse her and snuggle her, and then move her to the co-sleeper once she's down.  Right before I left for Savannah, we'd gotten a swing and used it to help settle her at night.  She'd started sleeping most the night in her crib, and we were both getting better sleep.  But the travel and then the surgery threw all that off, and now the swing -- while it helps -- doesn't get her down at night.  Wes and I have both had turns recently of sitting with her on and off for several hours in the evening, trying to get her fully asleep somewhere other than in our arms.  I get a lot of good television watched that way, but not so much school or housework, let alone dealing with Oliver if I'm home alone.

What does help sometimes, though not all the time, is swaddling her once she's tired and recently changed, then nursing her, then rocking her with her pacifier before putting her down.  She gets kind of crazy with her squirming recently, so it seems to help to control them in a swaddle.  The only problem being, she seems to be able to get out of almost any swaddle I can do.  Last night, she fell asleep in my arms after an hour or more of fussing on and off.  I laid her down in her crib, and she slept maybe 20-30 minutes.  So I changed her, swaddled her, nursed her, and laid her down again while she was still awake but sleepy.  That lasted about the same amount of time.  She was then up for several more hours, fussing on and off, nursing once or twice.  I tried the swing at least twice, but it didn't seem to help.  I finally picked her up from the swing about 10pm, and with a little swaying, she fell to sleep, slept until 1am, when she got changed, nursed, and slept until 6am.

Ollie was usually an easy baby to get to sleep.  He would cluster feed almost nonstop for about an hour, but then pass out and be down.  No rocking, no swaying, no swing, no swaddling.  But, despite some early successes, he didn't sleep more than three hours at a go until seven months or later.  He was eight or nine months before he truly slept through the night, and that didn't become a pattern until ten or eleven months.  I didn't mind because it was easy to get up just once, nurse, and go back to sleep.  With Emme right now, though, it's sometimes three or four hours to get her to sleep, and she's usually up for the day eight or so hours later, which means six or seven hours of sleep for me and not continuous.  I have to say, I'm getting a little tired.  She has had stretches of five and six hours, though, which helps keep me from really, really tired.  I'm hopeful that once we can get her bedtime routine worked out, she might sleep through sooner than Oliver did.

Fortunately for me, I'm leaving for a conference on Friday, where I will be, alone in a hotel room each night, until Tuesday.  That's four -- FOUR -- nights of sleep.  And maybe even a nap.  I doubt I can get more than six hours of continuous sleep without waking up because I need to pump, but even that's not bad.  I feel a little bad for Wes, who will be dealing with this by himself, but then I realize that usually I deal with it by myself and I feel less bad.  I'm most worried about Emme, who is sometimes only consoled by a nursing mommy who snuggles her into bed.  Wes is a much heavier sleeper, much more likely to smother her, and so less likely to let her snuggle next to him to go to sleep.  Of course, that may be just what we all need to get her into a routine.