Pick & Choose

Funny how now that I've committed myself to NaBloPoMo I am just brimming with things to talk about. Things like:

• How many times my daughter wakes up from a deep and restful sleep just because she knows I want to do dishes
• The amount of water needed to do those dishes when my toddler son is "helping" me and also cleaning/flooding the floor at the same time
• The miraculous appearance of modeling clay smeared into the rug in my son's room
• The next episode of 7th Heaven on Amazon Prime
• What color yarn to pick for my next crochet project that should take me an hour but instead will take the better part of two weeks to complete
• How to explain to my son that his Spiderman  "mittens" are really non-slip grip socks

So you see, I have lots of interesting things to talk about. I'm an interesting gal.

I mean, it takes someone really interesting to decide to make something as wild and crazy as spaghetti - complete with frozen garlic bread! - for dinner on a Monday night. Am I right?


(NO Sugar NOvember update: had some honey on my biscuits at breakfast and about 1 tablespoon of chocolate chips for a snack. Need to go to the grocery...and make a bunch of cookies for someone to get these chocolate chips out of reach! Who wants some?)

Don't Cry For Me, Argentina

Although I'm sure Argentina's cry isn't nearly as full of emotion as a newborn's.

Today, I worked a little bit more on sleep training. Which was, you guessed it, a tear-filled extravaganza. Filled with tears. And music. The annoying kind that one usually associates with 90s era cell phones. I guess the makers of many of the children's swings/chairs/bouncy seats/etc. thought polyphonic tones were either a brilliant idea or a 24/7 joke to play on unsuspecting, bleary-eyed mothers.

Out of the four times I put him down for a nap, he managed to fall asleep on his own three times. Success! The other time I just couldn't handle any more tears. Failure. And when I put him down for real bedtime, a total meltdown ensued. I ended up nursing him to sleep. Yes, it is a bad habit. And yes, I feel slightly guilty. But the upside is...

...it allowed me to get caught up on a bunch of laundry. This might not sound exciting to an innocent bystander, but let me tell you I would chose to have all my laundry done over the option of a free three-star restaurant dinner. One of them makes me sleep better at night and the other makes me feel guilty for not donating to the poor animals in the Sarah McLaughlin SPCA commercials. I'll let you guess which is which.

And now I hear some little "coo"s from the direction of little guy's sleepy chair. (He likes to sleep on his side, so that's our solution. The crib just ain't happenin' yet. Can't win 'em all.) 

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night! 

-Brandi

Isn't he precious?

Nighttime Melodies

Today was...unproductive. I did get visited by a friend, who brought a gift for Graham. Also got my photo CD with the pics from our session on Saturday - they were fantastic.

My contribution for the day is a partial lullaby that came about last night. I love singing and humming to my baby, and last night as I was rocking him and humming, a melody formed from the randomness. After a few repeats, the words started coming.

When I hold you in my arms,
When I look into your eyes,
You are all that I need in my life.

When I hold you in my arms,
When I look into your eyes,
You are everything to me.

You're the apple of my eye,
You're the stars in every sky,
You are all that I need in my life.

You're the apple of my eye,
You're the stars in every sky,
You are everything to me.

Maybe I can get a another verse or two tonight, and possibly a little recording.

Good night and sweet dreams, all!

-Graham's Momma

Announcement!

Since DH (dear husband) and I found out we were expecting, I have suddenly decided that I need to become crafty. No, not breaking into a bank crafty, but learn how to sew, crochet a blanket, figure out interior design kind of crafty.


Which is a problem.


Because I am not crafty.


I am one of those people who, in elementary school, always drew the same picture. Green grass with little circles I called flowers, a brown tree trunk with an oddly misshapen green blob at the top (leaves, of course), blue sky, maybe some clouds, and a sunny yellow triangle in one corners, always wearing sunglasses and smiling. For some reason I always thought the sun was happy. And conscious of the dangers of too much UVA/UVB exposure.


I also feel like I need to share my adventures in learning to be crafty by creating a BLOG about it. To share my lack of talent with the whole world. Or the poor people who follow my boards on Pinterest.


Which is my second problem.


Because I am not a blogger.


My problem is the follow through. If I searched the annals of internet history, I'm sure I'd find at least two but no more than five blogs that I was inspired to start, post on one or two times, and then abandon without cause or notice.


So, with Baby Hanson looking less like an alien every day, I am going to give both craftiness and blogginess another try.


Tune in for the next post!


Love,
Brandi