July 23, 2011

Saturday:

I don't know what is up with all the Annabelle screaming, but it's really wearing on my ears. The rocking in the high chair was really aggravating too, for whatever reason. Obviously there is no way to get to her stop just by talking, but a couple of dish towels folded between her back and the chair is enough to make it impossible to make that annoying repetitive thumping sound when she tries to rock. *Sigh* Mission accomplished. After lunch, we went to nap, even though it was relatively early, I didn't care.

When the kids woke, we went to a doula coworker's house so she and I could work, and mine and her kids played. She has a four year old little boy and an eighteen month old little girl. I don't think Annabelle cared for the little boy as he was kinda rough, but she was still her social self. She wouldn't go on the potty there, and I hoped that I could make it home before she went in her diaper, but I knew that was a long shot. She indeed had wet by the time we got there, but I put on a new diaper and headed to HEB to pick up a few things, and then when I got back, put her on the potty and she went, so that kinda made up for it. I know she's learning and I just have to keep reminding myself of that sometimes.

After dinner, which Annabelle ate beans, beef, tomatoes and avocados, I gave her her second bath of the day in the sink. All of Liam's baby-hood eating has come back to me on how messy it is. I might as well keep the baby soap by the kitchen sink. But luckily, I'm only having to wash her and not the floor. We have a great dog for that.

I'm really hoping Annabelle sleeps well tonight. She's been waking in the wee hours of the morning and we have to go in and put her back to sleep and then waking around six or seven to get up for the day. Not cool. I'm trying to remember how old Liam was before we taught him to stay in bed 'till the clock turned eight'. If I can remember, maybe I'll at least have a light at the end of the tunnel.