Friday, May 23, 2014

No, I'm not your mummy.

We went to bed fairly late after volleyball on Wednesday night.  For us, that means around midnight.  I was expecting to get up a couple of hours later to feed C, but I was happy for those couple of hours of sleep.  About an hour later, I was woken up by a very loud sneeze in the dark right next to my face.  It wasn't Eli, who was asleep behind me.  He says I squeaked, but I only remember rolling toward him and freezing.  I'd had this nightmare before.  Eli looked over my shoulder and said that he thinks D is standing there.  I was like: you think? You're not sure? Apparently, he could only see D's face in the light of my alarm clock, and he was just standing there staring, which is highly unusual for my hyper two-year-old.  It was particularly alarming because we weren't sure how he'd gotten past the gate at his door.  I refused to roll over because the sight of D's face floating there staring at me is one I would never be able to forget, so Eli got up to take care of it.  Let's just say that I'll be making sure his gate is locked from now on.  When he got back, he wanted to talk about it, but I stopped him cold.  Like I said, I'd had that nightmare before.  So last night we were laying in the dark chatting and the subject came up again.  I told him I didn't want to talk about it, and he agreed that it was freaky.  I said something about how at least I was sure D would stay in his room because I'd checked his gate.  Eli responded by looking over my shoulder and saying: then who's kid is that standing there.  I smacked him.  And refused to turn over the entire rest of the night.  It's like he delights in giving me nightmares. 

Yesterday was our 4 year wedding anniversary, and we celebrated it by watching an episode of Elementary then going our separate ways for the evening.  I was subbing for a volleyball game, and Eli wanted to play phone games for a while.  We're not entirely devoid of romance; we're going to dinner on Saturday, but it was an interesting comparison thinking about where we were 4 years ago (on a beach at a resort in Mexico for those of you who weren't aware).  Now line that up with where we were last night, in two different places and taking care of sick kids.  Sick kids are a special kind of hell when you're sick yourself, so my day was anything but peaceful, and it's hard to play volleyball effectively when your head is pounding and all your body parts hurt.  Add in Doctor Who flashbacks of "Are you my mummy?", and my night was done.  Despite all that, I'm very happy with our marriage, and I wouldn't change anything.  Well, I might wash my hands better when D first started getting sick, but other than that... The kids make the relationship very different from the one we had when we got married, but it's not worse.  It's not necessarily better, but it's a good kind of different. 
D's telling C to look at the camera.

I have no idea what they're looking at, but I assume it's a phantom child with a cold.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

I'm going to be up all night for an entirely different reason.

I watched one too many episodes of Castle.  Everything was fine.  C was eating his dinner, and I was enjoying season 5.  I figured I'd put him to bed as soon as he finished his bottle, shortly after a new episode started.  That episode is about a DVD that kills people a la The Ring.  Now, I have to put my sleeping baby to bed up the dark stairs in his dark room.  I went in to tell Eli my dilemma with the hope he would put the baby to bed for me.  Since he thinks he's funny, he suggested I turn the lights on and avoid any dark hair hanging from the ceiling or crawling dead girls.  I may smother him in his sleep.  Yeah, one episode too many. 

I've been spending my time either fixing up the house to get it ready to sell, taking care of the kids, or sleeping.  Mostly the first two.  That hasn't left a lot of time for crafts or blogging.  Lucky for you guys, I've taken pictures of the snail I made for my youngest adorable niece as well as my own adorable children. 

The most common question I've gotten from people is how has D taken to being a big brother.  The answer is that he loves it.  He insists on helping and gets really concerned when C cries.  He still wants all my attention, but he's slowly getting used to not having it all the time.  Of course, his usual response to me paying attention to something else is to go straight for the cat food or to try to play in the basement.  The bigger problem is that he's refusing to go to sleep at night now.  He cries and screams up in his room until one of us comes up and sits with him.  We're still not sure why he's doing it, but we suspect that it has something to do with my two week absence when C was born.  Hopefully, he'll grow out of it soon because Mama needs her alone time.

C is doing great.  He's such a happy baby.  When he's awake, he's smiling and cooing.  He's gaining about a half a pound a week, so his size is great.  He's officially off the heart and apnea monitor, and he's showing no lasting signs of being a preemie.  When I pick him up, he feels so much heavier than D ever was.  And when he smiles at me, it makes me forget how tired and frustrated I am.  See for yourself.

So happy.

Frustrated because I won't let him play with the snail while I'm finishing it.

Pirate baby.

Here's a good smile.

D feeding C, such a great brother.