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Oct. 12th, 2008 09:05 pmWe're trying Astrid in her own bed tonight. She's been waking up for an extended nursing/play/annoyance session at about 3AM, and I have a feeling that not being quite so close to me might help matters. So we dragged out Leif's old futon and introduced her to the quilt her grandma made for her.
To my surprise, she loved it and jumped right in. For months we had to surreptitiously transfer Leif into his own bed after he fell asleep when we started with him. I expect it is largely peer pressure - Leif had no experience seeing people sleep in separate beds, but she's seen that Leif is in his own bed for most of her life.
So we'll see how this works out. Miracle cure would be nice, but I'm fully expecting her to crawl into bed at around the wakey time.
I seem to be incapable of typing non-awkwardly-phrased English today.
The speech? So easy in theory, so hard to actually sit down and plan out. I suppose that's part of the reason why they make us take the class.
I laugh at Californians. The past few days it's been awfully chilly around here. Everyone is wearing wool sweaters and quilted vests and so forth, and we've been making winter soups and stews and mulled cider and wine. I changed over our clothing from summer to fall/winter today.
The high today was 75 degrees.
I laugh at us.
(Of course, the wind was blowing like mad, so there was a windchill, and it didn't actually reach the high until late-ish in the afternoon. But I still laugh at us.)
Astrid talk of the day: Leif said, "I love you!" to me. I said, "I love you too, Leif." Astrid started saying, "Me! Me! Me!"
So I assured her that I loved her as well.
Leif offered to come down and take care of her if she woke up in the middle of the night so I could stay asleep. He's a sweety when he wants to be, though I have a feeling that particular plan wouldn't work particularly well.
To my surprise, she loved it and jumped right in. For months we had to surreptitiously transfer Leif into his own bed after he fell asleep when we started with him. I expect it is largely peer pressure - Leif had no experience seeing people sleep in separate beds, but she's seen that Leif is in his own bed for most of her life.
So we'll see how this works out. Miracle cure would be nice, but I'm fully expecting her to crawl into bed at around the wakey time.
I seem to be incapable of typing non-awkwardly-phrased English today.
The speech? So easy in theory, so hard to actually sit down and plan out. I suppose that's part of the reason why they make us take the class.
I laugh at Californians. The past few days it's been awfully chilly around here. Everyone is wearing wool sweaters and quilted vests and so forth, and we've been making winter soups and stews and mulled cider and wine. I changed over our clothing from summer to fall/winter today.
The high today was 75 degrees.
I laugh at us.
(Of course, the wind was blowing like mad, so there was a windchill, and it didn't actually reach the high until late-ish in the afternoon. But I still laugh at us.)
Astrid talk of the day: Leif said, "I love you!" to me. I said, "I love you too, Leif." Astrid started saying, "Me! Me! Me!"
So I assured her that I loved her as well.
Leif offered to come down and take care of her if she woke up in the middle of the night so I could stay asleep. He's a sweety when he wants to be, though I have a feeling that particular plan wouldn't work particularly well.
