Aunt Yaya, the Princess, Little M, and the P.
Stories to follow, as soon as I’m caught up on sleep.
This does not happen often at all, but last night, the P had a bad dream. It was so bad, that he had to come into BabyDaddy’s and my room to sleep between us. This is fine. We don’t mind, because it really hardly ever happens.
When it has happened before, the P just falls back to sleep and sleeps straight through all of the getting ready/getting dressed noises and wakes up at his usual 7 am.
Not so this morning.
About 3 am, the P came in, very upset by this nightmare. We told him to come in and lay down, so he did.
Then he wiggled for about 2 and a half hours, mostly affecting BabyDaddy’s side of the bed.
Finally, BabyDaddy gave up on sleep and got up to take a shower, so the P rolled over to breathe in my face for a little while.
Now, my normal morning routine is to sleep in until BabyDaddy is out of the shower. This is a good excuse to sleep in (I have to take a shower to wake up, right? So I’ll just lay here until he’s out…). Well, this morning, it didn’t work…at all.
A good 30 minutes before I would normally even have to think about getting up, the P goes “Hey. I can’t sleep. I haven’t been asleep since I came in here.”
Me: (eyes closed) Really?
P: Yeah. I had a really bad dream. I can’t even tell you about it.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, honey. (pats son’s head gently with eyes closed)
P: I’m afraid to go back to sleep.
Me: Wow. That must have been some dream.
P: Yeah. Hey, let’s practice counting!
Me: Oh, yeah. What?
P: Let’s count to 100 by fives!
Me: Okay, baby…Go ahead.
P: 5, 10, 15, 20, 25, 30…(I assume he finished. I fell asleep here.)
P: Your turn, Mama.
Me: Uh, I need a turn, huh? Oh yeah. I need a turn. Okay, here I go…(mumble out numbers to 100. Immediately crash from mental exhaustion.)
P: Okay good. Now let’s count by 2’s. 2, 4, 6, 8…(Mama falls asleep again.)
P: You’re turn, Mama.
Me: Right. Yes. My turn. By 2’s? Uh, 2, 4, 6, 8…(I really did it. And then fell back to sleep for a second.)
P: 8, 12, 16, 20…hey, Mama, what would be next? 24?
Me: What are you doing?
P: Counting by 4’s to 100. Why don’t you go first this time?
That was the last pattern we did. Then the P said his stomach had growled 3 times, so it must be time for breakfast.
For the record, it was not time for breakfast, but we got up and ate anyway. I abandoned all hope of sleep. Now I understand Obama’s book.
In other news, the Princess turns two tomorrow! Here she is in a new birthday shirt from Mimi:
And we already enjoyed pink birthday cake at Grandma’s house, birthday waffles with ice cream at Mimi’s house, and birthday cake at for her at my work. I heard a rumor about birthday cupcakes at church tomorrow. I bought cake mix to make the “blue castle cakes” that she’s been begging for. We’re trying to fatten her up before her 2-year-old check-up next week. I will let you know how it goes.
I got the P a beef snack stick the other day, mostly because I like to say “beef snack stick,” and he said he wanted one.
So, he opens it, takes a big bite, kind of made a face, and says, “I thought this was a fruity thing.”
It made my stomach turn a little to think that he was expecting some kind of dried fruit snack, and he got dried cow. I said, “I am so sorry. I know that must be really, really disappointing.”
Then he goes, “Well, it’s okay. You know I love meat.”
I did not know that, exactly. But now I do.
This week, my husband found a really cheap house here in town. It’s going for something like $35/square foot. It’s in a really nice part of town. We are not house hunting, so I’m not sure how he found it, but seriously, if we had the down payment available, I think he would have made the offer.
He sent me an email with a link to the listing.
I immediately thought, as you would also, “Something is seriously wrong with that house.”
I thought, “I bet they used to make meth in there.”
So I sent him this link back.
While looking over the meth site, I saw something that really scared me. There was a list of signs that your neighbor is on meth. Most we obvious, such as “frequent visitors who park a block away” and “will accept Sudafed as payment for services.” But one was “has many projects going and doesn’t seem to finish any of them.”
So I decided that this week, I was going to finish a project no matter what. Luckily for the Princess, we had a deadline coming up of her birthday, and she needed a place for her babies to sleep.
This is from the DIY (asterisk) file. I found the plans for this doll crib here: ana-white.com. I took the plans to Home Depot and bought the wood. Then I took the wood to Papa Daddy’s house because I knew he had a saw (He has made a little chair for the P, bookshelves, and lots of other stuff.). My plan was to cut the wood at their house and then bring the wood home and assemble it using the two tools that I own (a Kreg Jig and a drill).
After Papa Daddy cut the wood, he was like, “So, what’s your plan?”
I was like, “Build the crib?”
He was like, “Here, use all these cool tools, and I’ll show you how to do it.”
I was like, “Awesome.”
(This conversation was paraphrased.)
So, Papa Daddy totally made this baby doll crib. If I had made this at home, it would be painted all white to cover all the mistakes I would have made and it would not have cute arched end boards. I was not even going to try to cut and sand arches. But look at them:
Thank you PapaDaddy!
I did etch the flower. That was nerve wrecking, but I really like how it turned out. After I felt comfortable using the rotary tool, I told my husband that I was going to etch celtic knots into all of our door frames. He reminded me that we do not own our current home, so maybe that would not be the best idea. He was right.
At some point, I decided that the mattress fabric would be like Dorothy’s dress, so that meant the wood needed to be stained the color of her basket. I’m really glad it turned out nice enough to stain.
This is the mattress. Ana’s site has a tutorial on the mattress, too. This is only the 3rd thing I’ve even sewn, and it was so easy. You can totally do it.
The Princess’s birthday is not until next week, but she had already seen the crib by the time we took it home to finish it, and the whole time the finish was drying, she was asking, “Mine crib ready?” “No, dear, it will be 12 more hours.” “Mine crib ready?” “No, dear, 11 and three-quarters more hours.”
Then, at some point, she saw me carefully inspecting the crib for stray cat hairs. She “ran” over and asked, “Mine crib alright!?” “Yes, dear.” “Mine crib ready?” “No. In the morning.”
So, first thing the next morning, she was ready to move the baby doll into the crib. Hence the pajama pictures. She just couldn’t wait.
Now what to finish next…?
I realized yesterday that the Super Bowl is today. We do not spend much energy keeping up with professional sports. I do like to watch a good ball game with a close finish (which means I’m not really interested until the last 5 minutes). I like to eat spinach dip at Super Bowl parties. But I do not keep up with which team is on their way to the Super Bowl.
I happen to know who it is this year because it was in the headlines when I opened my computer.
The kids used to only hear about sports or pop culture from us, but now that the P is in school, I thought he might have heard about the big game from a friend so I asked him:
Me: Did you know the Super Bowl is tomorrow?
P: The Super Ball?
Me: No. Super Bowl.
P: Super Bowl? No. Is it like a Super Ball?
Me: Super Ball makes more sense. The call it Super Bowl because…well, I don’t know what they call it Super Bowl. It involves a ball and –
P: Is that when they throw the ball really high into the air?
Me: What? No. Well, maybe. It’s when the two best football teams play each other. It’s tomorrow. I don’t remember which teams –
P: Oh. Anyone we know?
Me: No. No one we know.
He immediately lost what little interest he had in the conversation when he realized we didn’t know any of the players. Which is fine with us. Tonight we’ll probably watch a Pixar movie and do laundry. And I might make some dip.
Real life question:
Mama, why would someone be scared of someone with two heads? I mean, it’s just a person with two heads.