September 20, 2011

Tuesday:

This morning, we headed out as a family to Whole Earth so Phillip and I could look at some new shoes.  I was a little worried about not having the wrap with Annabelle, but she is starting to become more and more adventurous, and I don't know how much longer I will able to wrap her anyway.  So, while Phillip tried on shoes, I sat with her, until she fought me to get down and then I sat her in a director's style chair they had in the shoe area.  I think her standing on the seat of it holding onto the arm and rocking made the associate a little nervous.  She would look up at him and grin away and he couldn't help but smile back.  He told her to be careful, but I don't think he knew who he was talking to.  'Careful' isn't really in her vocabulary as of now.  She's our little dare devil.

At night....it was another story.  Not so cute.  So it's the first night that Phillip is working till 11pm, so it's me doing bedtime with the kids.  We start a little after 7:00, and I rock Annabelle while giving her a bottle as I also read Liam (who is snuggled up in the chair with us) his story.  I think she is good an asleep, so I put Liam to bed and get to some much needed mopping in the kitchen.  Just before 8:00, I hear her wake.  I go in, and I kid you not, I was in that rocking chair almost two and a half hours!  Two of them consecutive.  Each time I laid her down, she would wake, if I left, she would cry.  It was a battle.  Finally, around 10:00 she was down and only woke once at night, and was only up half an hour or so.  I say that like it's nothing, but trust me, in the middle of the night after being up so late, it was terrible.  Maybe she's upset about turning one tomorrow?  Maybe she remembers what she was doing one year ago today and is not liking that?  Maybe she just hates me?  Maybe she's just a baby and gets to do annoying, sleep depriving, parent upsetting things just because she can? I think so.