I need some. I want some. There are likely medical conditions caused by the lack of sleep that I've experienced over the past 10 and a half months. Emma has again struggled with the process of going to sleep without screaming like a maniac. She is not sobbing. Full out wailing. We've done our part, except when I let her fall asleep on me. We sit by the crib and hold her hand, except she's not a hand holder. We pat her belly. We tell her it's night night time. We offer her cash. Eventually she goes to sleep, but not without trauma. And then sometimes she wakes up and it becomes a question of whether we put ourselves through that again. So we do.
I wonder if she'll ever remember that the whole process we go through is for her to sleep and not to cry bloody murder until one of us comes to her rescue. It's not fun. David swears all she needs is a hug. She gets lots.
Thank you to the Barenaked Ladies, who obviously were tired too.
"Who needs sleep?
Well you're never gonna get it.
Who needs sleep?
Tell me what's that for"
Who needs sleep?
Be happy with what you're getting.
There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War..."
My Dad bought her a toy that sings various short songs and talks, like a dog. And rolls and has a mirror (she loves herself). So it turned out to be a perfect gift for the little one. Emma will start shaking her booty and her arms, if the mood strikes, to this toy and it's hilarious to watch her dance around to the ABC song. I hope she's learning letters and not just how to dance.
She continues to scoot around the house. She pulled a beer out of the pantry yesterday. Oops. She crawled to the tv receiver and kept turning up the volume on the tv. I kept turning it down with the remote and she kept turning it back up. I'd say "No, Emma." She'd turn around and smile, clap and then head on back to the controls. This is going to be a problem in the future, if she's already laughing at her parents. It's probably cause we laugh with her. Oops.
Her hair is getting long. I bought her a brush and comb. Think she'll use it? No. David likes to come her hair like Eddie Munster, but without the point in the middle, so that it's all out of her little face. She is now trying to eat cut up vegetables with her fingers. I say trying, because I find a whole pint of vegetables in her seat when I pick her up. Gracie has been getting fat. Either way, she's at least trying to stick some in her mouth. Not sure how she feels about potatoes, but we are pushing carrots pretty hard.
I am getting to the point that I just want her to try new things, even if it's fruit. I don't want her to want straight up sweet stuff all the time, but it's not like I'm pouring sugar down her gullet. (Toddlers and Tiaras always makes me feel better about how we are trying to raise her).
We may have spoiled her a bit by holding her. She does not like to sit in her car seat for an extended period of time. 5 minutes is all it takes sometimes for pandemonium to ensue. Things will be thrown, legs will be kicked. And that's just me. Bless her heart.
I will say, next time I go to Walmart with Emma in tow, just remind me to take a couple of shots of rum beforehand. And leave Emma at home. And go to Target instead. Whew. I am tired.
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