19 August 2011
Drama, drama and first sentences
My little sleep fighting diva has been creating some serious drama in our house for the past few days.
Our girl has always fought off sleep as if it were her mortal enemy. Some months of her short life have been worse than others. Thankfully, most recently, she had been doing much better and pretty consistently sleeping through the night and going down for naps with minimal drama.
However, since our two trips away, which involved some time sleeping in our bed with us, she is back to her old dramatic ways. Alain and I are enduring hours of pre-bed issues and then getting a max of 3-4 hours of sleep in the night.
We are racking our brains to determine what is really going on, and wondering if it really is as simple as the fact that she no longer wants her crib because she wants to become a permanent fixture in our bed and just happens to have a will of steel which can outlast both her Dad and I combined.
Out of all this drama, has come her first official sentence. Just now as I was putting her down for her nap, I thought she was saying "No bye Daddy", to which I would reply "Daddy's at work, we'll see him later."
After multiple tearful repetitions of this, I realized she was actually saying "No bed Essie" (as in I, Essie, don't want to go into my bed) over and over. Once I repeated that back to her, she nodded. Oh, I get it. Sorry girlie. I did manage to get her into her bed where she is still rolling around and complaining.
Cute first sentence. Sad that we can't get her to love her bed and embrace sleep.. that would be a dream come true for this tired momma.
Our girl has always fought off sleep as if it were her mortal enemy. Some months of her short life have been worse than others. Thankfully, most recently, she had been doing much better and pretty consistently sleeping through the night and going down for naps with minimal drama.
However, since our two trips away, which involved some time sleeping in our bed with us, she is back to her old dramatic ways. Alain and I are enduring hours of pre-bed issues and then getting a max of 3-4 hours of sleep in the night.
We are racking our brains to determine what is really going on, and wondering if it really is as simple as the fact that she no longer wants her crib because she wants to become a permanent fixture in our bed and just happens to have a will of steel which can outlast both her Dad and I combined.
Out of all this drama, has come her first official sentence. Just now as I was putting her down for her nap, I thought she was saying "No bye Daddy", to which I would reply "Daddy's at work, we'll see him later."
After multiple tearful repetitions of this, I realized she was actually saying "No bed Essie" (as in I, Essie, don't want to go into my bed) over and over. Once I repeated that back to her, she nodded. Oh, I get it. Sorry girlie. I did manage to get her into her bed where she is still rolling around and complaining.
Cute first sentence. Sad that we can't get her to love her bed and embrace sleep.. that would be a dream come true for this tired momma.
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| On a good day, pre-Sleep Wars |
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| Pooped |
10 August 2011
Cow Town part deux
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| Waiting for the butter making demo |
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| the boys (finally a pic including Alain, usually behind the camera) |
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| Mich did her part shaking the cream |
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| Butter's ready |
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| Orange Sherbet slurping |
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| Ice cream break in the shade |
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| Posted because of the photographer reflected in the glass |
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| All tuckered out |
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| Smiles |
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| Cuffed, old school |
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| She did this her self.. putting on the hat and settling the soother :) |
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| On the road home. |
9 August 2011
Cow Town (part 1 of 2)
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| Waiting to depart at Kelowna International Airport |
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| Watching the planes |
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| Just Daddy and Esme boarding the plane to Calgary (the rest of us drove before Alain got off work) |
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| Ready for take off |
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| Sunset |
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| Watching Treehouse on Westjet |
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| Looking outside |
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| Welcome to Calgary |
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| Going 'nigh nigh' at Ikea |
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| Loving on the dolls (also at Ikea) |
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| The Calgary Oenemas |
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| Uncle Kiki (also a Calgary Oenema now) talking on Esme's phone |
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| Drawing in Grandma's book at the Indian restaurant in Airdrie |
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| Enjoying the double birthday Indian feast (celebrating me and Mich at the same time) |
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| Happy couple |
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| The salmon at the ProBass shop in Balzac (the Pro-Bass shop is a must-see) |
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| Checking out the ginormous fishing shop |
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| Half the gang at Heritage Park |
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| the other half (minus the photographer & Esme) |
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| Just chilling |
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| Goofing around |
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| Mom with the old locomotives |
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| Esme leading her uncle around |
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| Yet more leading of Kiki |
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| Waiting for the cream to be turned to butter at the Heritage Park show |
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