This Explains Everything!

I should probably have a better title for this blog but, my brain has managed to turn into mush in the last 12 hours or so.  I can't sleep. I mean like in a few days, not just tonight.  But I resolved to go lie down anyways.  The frog princess will be up between the hours of 6:30 and 7 whether I've slept or not (and that's if she doesn't happen to wake up before then for one reason or the other).  I don't know what to do because I have not been able to catch up on my sleep! And the sleeplessness is increasing. As I closed out some of my windows in order to pack it up and lay in bed, I hear the ping of email. I look.  It's my BabyFit Reflections that I've been struggling to figure out if I should still subscribe to or not. Here's what it said:

Subject: The biggest obstacle to your momentum Quote: Take rest; a field that has rested gives a bountiful crop. - Ovid, Roman poet

Message: Farmers roate different crops on the same piece of land to give the soil a rest and let it replenish nutrients.  How do you replenish? (what's this replenish word, Mami asks?) How much sleep did you get last night? (counting the bribe of Mickey Mouse Playhouse for an additional 1/2 hour?) Two-thirds of Americans get less than the recommended 7-8 hours of sleep each night. (gee, I wonder why?) Sleep can set the tone for your actions for days and weeks to come, not to mention your mood and brain power. (yes I know!) Even small amounts of sleep add up to a sleep debt that muddles your brain and fatigues the rest of you. (perhaps this is why I am feeling sick?)  The negative ccle created by sleep debt may be the #1 way people destroy their healthy lifestyle momentum (and here I thought it was alcohol and chocolate) Regular amounts of good slumber set a sleeping/waking rhythm that energizes you in the dayteime and relaxes you at night.  The more your body gets into the rhythm of regular sleep, the more the rest of your life can find a similar, consistent rhythm. So hit the pillow and find your stride.

Well damn!  Am I being watched? I have been feeling muddled for about a week now and I can tell you that I can't remember when was the last time I went to bed before midnight (wait, is that sentence structured correctly?).  It is 2:15 a.m. and here I am.  But you know what? I've decided:

1. I'm taking my ass to bed and

2. I'm keeping the Reflections subscription

Where Does She Get This?

The frog princess is feeling better after her febrile seizures last week. I am still struggling to get her back on a normal sleep schedule since she slept in my bed for a week (no, I don't need you to remind me about how I said that I was the only parent who wanted the kid to sleep with her and she didn't). She is eating everything in sight and waking up dry (yes, we are spending quite a bit of time on the potty, more of that later). Now, if I could only get her to stop being sneaky!

It started a few days ago, I guess. I can't really remember.  What I do know is that I have been fooled! Taken advantage of my goodwill and compassion. And my innocent frog princess did it! How you ask? Very simply: We spend some time in my bed before she goes in her crib. Last week, because she was sick, she wasn't going in her crib. At some point she started pulling up her shirt and scratching her belly. Initially I thought it was the jammies because they have a print on the front. So, I scratch her beautiful little belly and she seems to be okay. Now in the past, she has scratched her neck and I thought it was the tag but a lot of her clothes are tagless. Regardless, I would scratch my baby's neck and back. It actually reminded me of mami who would always ask us kids to scratch her back if she was itchy. Next, though, it was her arm. I no longer thought it was the pj's because they are short sleeves. But I scratched and scratched and scratched.

Then, my innocent little frog princess asked me to scratch her Clifford's belly and I realized that I'd been duped all along! I began to observe her and, whenever I would say the magic words, there was the mysterious itch: SLEEP, BED. All this time! I'm thinking something's going on with the clothes, with the detergent. But noooo! She was just looking for a way to stay up!

All I want to know is, when did she learn to be sneaky? She had the look and everything. You know the one where she looks at you all needy with the baby browns and the big lashes and just mumbles "uh uh" and points to where it itches. Where does she get this?

But seriously, for the record, I love every minute of it because it made me laugh and reminded me that not only is she growing up but, her personality is shaping up exquisitely! My dad says that my mom and grandma had nothing on her because they were both jokesters, always upbeat and fun and loved to make others laugh. I'm beginning to understand what he's talking about.

No Sleep? No Sweat!

It's almost 1 a.m. and we are awake. I probably should be upset but, I'm not. The rain woke the frog princess up. Or so I thought. When I went into her room I smelled the problem before I saw it. Poop! Why must it come out while she sleeps? Yes, we have this issue often enough for me to be pissed about it. I was working on my blog after meeting with Suzy over at Global Swan and discussing some of the updates I'd like to make based on the assessment that Eli Rose Social performed on my site. I should've been asleep but, midnight was upon me and, I told myself it was a good thing I hadn't gone to sleep or I'd be mad at the frog princess waking up.

After her diaper was changed, she signed that she wanted food. I'm pretty sure this chick is going through a growth spurt because she's signing "eat" 24/7! I went to the kitchen, got a graham cracker (because I know she's not really hungry). As I suspected, she took two bites and gave it back. She sat next to me while we jiggled to Wow! Wow! Wubzy! Like her, I'm not one bit sleepy. We are now playing the drums on a box with crayons. Seriously. We take turns. I'm writing in between my turns. She will play a beat and then hand me the crayon. If I'm not doing it well, she'll hold the little box for me to help me out. She can follow my beats pretty well. Of course, sometimes she has to take the crayons from me to teach me a thing or two.

I will be exhausted in the morning! I will probably not want to get up. But you know what? I'm not going to think about it. How often will rain (or poop) wake her up and she'll want to sit next to me and play the drums, dance, call me mama and attempt to beat on my keyboard?