
Bobby is the best at going to sleep. I can say this because we all know he was the WORST for the longest - and that's probably my fault (which is another post all in itself). He was actually super good early last year, books, song, cuddle, dump him in his crib, lights out, done. Then we went to the beach in August, he slept in a big bed, we got home and he started climbing out of his crib. We got him a big bed, but then I had to lay down with him until he fell asleep. Which meant I did too, especially in the first trimester. This went on way too long and we never got better at it (sometimes 20', sometimes 90'). Then we'd had enough (by January!) and did a little sleep training. It worked like a charm. Maybe a week or two of 5 minutes of crying or whimpering, and there was a lot of sad and pathetic "i don't want to sleep alone" "i want you to stay with me" but eventually, just lights out, see you in the morning. Now though, he seems to be really into it. And it can be 7:30 or closer to 9 (oops) but now although he always asks for one more book, we say no, you've had them all, and he says, "go out that door" "bye" "love you too" and chipperly pulls up the covers.
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| Likes his warm gear that we have no use for |
But not to hide our warts, he is otherwise a holy terror. I don't know if it's the moving adjustments catching up, or Rick coming home after a month, or this cold/fever he's had on and off for a week, but we are ready to give him up for adoption. Maybe he's just realized he's two and has free will and the power to use it. He says no all the time, he is so difficult and pissy. He can't handle us all at once and really just picks one favorite adult and lets the others have it. Grammy might be in for a treat when we go out of town next weekend. And if I dare get mad at him back, he puts on this fake super super nice act, trying to cheer me up and be cutesy. No joke. We are in trouble with this one.
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| Mean face. Oh yah, we chopped his hair off. |
And he throws stuff a lot just for the sake of making a mess. And when he gets angry he likes to take a swing at you, which we unfortunately think is funny, but we're not messing around with that. He is so short tempered and must have his way. It's not easy to explain his quirky pissed off-ness, but boy when he was feeling bad from being sick, I was done with him.
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| "I want to beep my forehead" |
When he was really sick for about 8 hours, it was really pathetic though. But I do feel bad about that last paragraph. Of course, he is really cute too, just not sure which moments are dominant right now. But we went to church today and he was great. Very quiet and still. We went up for communion and he asked "why did mommy get that?" I said it was a long story, but he said he wanted a chip too. And he puts his jazz hands up at the Our Father.