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Naptime Conversations

Oh bloody hell.  It’s karma.

My husband once told me that I talk too much when he gets up in the morning.  B must get it from me.

Me: “Alright buddy, it’s naptime”
B: “Milk?”
Me: “Okay, but stay in bed. I’ll be right back.”
B: “Okay mamma”

Me: “Here’s your milk.  Now go night-night.”
B: “Lay down!”
Me: “Okay, I’ll lay down with you but you have to go to sleep.”
B:  “Okay mamma.”
B: “Mamma, boobie.”
Me: “No boobie Boden. Go. To. Sleep.”
B: *whines* “BOOOOBIE!!!!!!”
Me: “Go to sleep or I’m leaving.”
B: *sigh* “Oooookay”

B: “Mamma.  Water. Phone”
Me: “No. I don’t want my phone and water.  It’s night night time”
B: “Coffee?”
Me: *laughing* “No I don’t want any coffee either” (It’s 3pm by the way)
B: “Mamma, I’m going to sleep.”
Me: “Okay. Mamma is sleeping too.”
B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma.” (tapping my face)
Me: opening my eyes “Yes sweetie?”
B: “I want po’corn”
Me: “No.  You can have some popcorn tonight.
B: “Okay. Mamma, I go to sleep.”
Me: *closes eyes*

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma” (tapping my face again)
Me: *opening eyes*
B: “Make daddy cake”
Me: “We will make the cake after our nap.  Can I take a nap?”
B: “Yes Mamma”
Me: *close eyes*

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma” (tapping face) ” Find LuLu”
Me: “No. Maryluci is sleeping and you need to sleep too”
B: “Okay Mamma”

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma.” (hitting shoulder this time) “More milk” (signing and I swear to God batting his eyes)
Me: “No milk, honey.  Go to sleep!”
B: *sighs and rolls over*

B: “Mamma!  Shhhhh!”
Me: *opening eyes.  Blank stare*
B: “I go to sleep.  Shhhh!”
Me: *closing eyes*
B: “Mamma!” *tapping face* “No No No! You no sleep. I sleep.”
Me: “Okay yeah sure, whatever buddy” *closing eyes*
B:  “Mamma! Shhhhh!”

B: “Mamma. Mamma. Mamma. Mamma.” (tapping face)
Me:  “Okay that’s it. Mamma is leaving.”

Put the little dude in his crib.  He’s wailing and screaming that he wants to sleep in the bed with me.  Um. No. I shut the door and leave.  A little cry never hurt a kid. Sure wears them out though.

15 minutes later I go check on him because chances are he crapped himself.

Me:  “Bubba, it’s time to nap. Please don’t cry.” *sniff sniff* “Did you poop?”
B: *giggling* “Nooooooo”
Me: “Bubba, did you poop?”
B: “Yes!”

Nice little surprise for me.  The blue raspberry Italian Ice from the Country Fair yesterday that stained every dang thing it touched made it’s way through and managed to turn his butt cheeks the same lovely shade of blue. Diaper changed and B is back in his crib.

B: “HIPPPPOOOOOOOOO!”

I run out to the car and grab his beloved hippo. God forbid anything happened to it.

Upon my return and still wailing….
B: “Lay down!!!!” *pointing to the bed*

At this point he has been crying for a solid 20 minutes. So I lay down….he’s out in less than 5.

Now was that so goddamn hard??

 

 

 

 

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No pants, no play

We’ve got a snow day here. Well B does, I still have to work.  That’s one of the downsides of working from home.  The only thing that would get me a day off is if I run the battery on my computer out after the power went out.  And no that has never happened.

Despite the snow storm, Lexi, Barbara, whatever her name is, I still made my way to the gym.  Heck, I’ve lived in Missouri, Colorado, Upstate New York and CT.  I think I am perfectly capable of driving in this weather.

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Both days I wanted to add some endurance training but that has me at the gym for almost 2 hours.  I’ll have to figure something out.  When the weather is nice, it’ll be no problem going for a run with B.

So here is my next problem; apparently I am an #assholeparent because I demand my son wear snowpants to go play in the snow.  Cue the eye rolls.  He wants to go play in the snow so bad but I’m not in the mood to fight him tooth and nail WWF style to get those pants on.

Hopefully after his nap we will get out there.  It helps justify the delicious homemade hot steamy cocoa afterwards.

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Running naps

B finally learned how to walk.   Which means more running around for me too.  Once he figured out what his legs and feet are meant to do, he wants to use then ALL the time!  Good luck trying to pick the kid up.  He will wiggle and flop around until you put him down.   He definitely takes after his Mamma; just wants to run around!

Speaking of running, still buckling B in my jogger on the weekends and getting some fresh air.   He is really good motivation actually.   But not in the way you think.

As any Mamma will tell you,  its exhausting chasing a kid.  I don’t care how good shape you are in.   Its tiring.   The solution, put your kid in the stroller and go for a run.   B completely calms down and mellows out when we run.  And you can bet that when I’m running,  he will fall asleep.  So how is THAT for motivation.   He fights me tooth and nail when its naptime at home but when we go for a run, he’s out in no time. 

It was a cool morning, 59* to be precise and not a cloud in the sky.  I logged some miles,  he got some rest and then we had a snack at Whole Foods. 

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I love mornings like this 🙂

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Sleep already!!!

Today is one of those days where I feel like such a failure as a Mamma.  At daycare, B takes a nap from 2-3 hours everyday at noon but for me, nothin’.

So it’s 12:02pm now and the little guy is exhausted….and screaming from him crib.  And yes my hearing aids are out.

So in an effort to distract myself, I thought I would blog.  Of course I’ve got one eye on the computer screen and one eye on the baby monitor.  That’s the way it is going to be until the day I die.  Right, Mammas?

The past few days, I’ve noticed just how picky of an eater B is becoming.  The other day he would only eat all the dark colored things on his plate and today he would only eat whatever was in my mouth.  I tried to give him banana and he kept spitting it out. He wanted a taste of my chewed up chicken and avocado sandwich.  I have to say, I AM a little impressed.  I prefer the sandwich to the banana too!

Then he wasn’t happy when the sandwich was all gone.  Ah crikey.

Holy shit…do you hear that?! Little dude has stopped crying!  Well I’ll be damned!

Now, what do I do with myself??

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