It's been a crazy few months with Sarah's sleeping schedule. It is a constant struggle. She is in a very unique position in that she has an hour in the car coming and going from school. Therefore, she takes her nap after lunch and then also has another hour long nap in the car on the way home. So do you think she is sleepy at an appropriate time? Well, of course not!
Also, Sarah had been sleeping with us in our bed for about a month. We finally realized that she quit sleeping in her bed when we took the bumpers off of her bed. Well, we put them back on the bed and now she's decided to sleep in her bed again! Yea!! That means no more kicks to the head in the middle of a sound sleep.
Add to the sleeping craziness with a recent bout of croup (that resulted in an ER visit) and now teething is waking her up at night and I'm worn out! This post that I found describes our sleep "routine" with Sarah perfectly! The perfect post after trying to get Sarah to go to sleep around 7:30, her actually going to sleep at 9:00, waking up at 1:20, finally back asleep (thanks, tylenol) at 2:45, and mommy being forced to get up at 5:30. Have a great day. Don't expect me to work today ... I'll be under my desk taking a nap if you need something important!
(the following was originally posted at Buried with Children)
Finally after what seems like hours and hours of cuddling, singing and rocking the baby is asleep. He looks so peaceful, all silent and sleeping in my arms.
Is it time? Has he been sleeping long enough? Can the transfer from arms to crib take place?
This is the most terrifying part of the whole ordeal. Getting sleeping baby from my arms to the crib, all well keeping the peacefully sleeping baby asleep.It can go so well or it can go so terribly wrong if not done at the exact right time.
It would be a crime to wake him up.
He was to tired, well actually over tired hence the need for rocking in the first place. He was not going to succumb to sleep on his own come hell or high water.
But after some time all cuddly and warm with Mommy, rocking until she felt nauseous, sleep came.
Sweet beautiful sleep.
Now its time to get him in the crib so Mommy can have some much needed Mommy time. There was no blogging this morning and Mommy has not checked her email in at least an hour.
Time to sleep soundly in your crib, little man.
Slowly, every so slowly, one butt cheek at a time, slide to the edge of the chair.
Wait he moved.
Stop! Sit... very... still.
Silence. False alarm, it was just a sigh. Continue.
From the edge of the chair, we must stand. It is going to have to be quick. One fluid movement that won't cause the chair to squeak too much. Damn, squeaky chair.Where is the WD40 when you need it?
No time for that now, ready... one, two, three..... stand!
Perfect, still fast asleep. He did not even move a muscle.
Ever so steadily walk across the room to the crib, not too fast, not to slow, just the perfect pace. So close, almost home free.
Lean over....Wait!
Good God he is moving, stirring, eyes opening.
Sway!
Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
Shhhhh, little one back to sleep. That's a good boy.
Whew, that was close. His breathing has settled. He seems to be wrapped in the peacefulness of deep sleep once again.
All that is left, is to lean over, lay him down and run.
Pull him away from my body and quickly and gently, place him down as I pull my arms out from underneath him.
Then go, RUN, out of the room.
He will stir but if I am not seen, sleep will return.
There it is done!
He is asleep in his crib. Yippee!!!!
Now its time..... what the.....!
CRYING.
*sigh*
Back to the rocking chair.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 02, 2009
Need Hope?
Our church, Hunter Street Baptist Church, is doing a year long emphasis on Hope. We all need hope. For the average person, we hope that things turn out okay. We hope that we have a good hair day. We hope that we make the light because we're running late to work. However, what is hope? Where does our hope come from? The answer lies in one place ... "Christ Jesus our hope. (1 Timothy 1:1)"
We all have days, weeks, months, etc ... that we feel hopeless. Perhaps it is a bad job situation or an illness. Perhaps your marriage is struggling or you are frustrated with your kids. Perhaps it is something more, like a death. Death can be physical, but also spiritual. Are you feeling dead and lifeless, or do you have hope in something more?
A few weeks ago at church, we saw a visual representation of hope. Our hope is in the Lord. Watch this ... see the power of our God. You'll not be the same afterwards. I've not been able to get it out of my mind, and its been almost a month. It would be so easy to be in the same situation as these people - any of them - would I have the same reaction and be able to share the same testimony that they do? I pray that I would be able to, I pray that for you also.
Watch the video ... find hope.
We all have days, weeks, months, etc ... that we feel hopeless. Perhaps it is a bad job situation or an illness. Perhaps your marriage is struggling or you are frustrated with your kids. Perhaps it is something more, like a death. Death can be physical, but also spiritual. Are you feeling dead and lifeless, or do you have hope in something more?
A few weeks ago at church, we saw a visual representation of hope. Our hope is in the Lord. Watch this ... see the power of our God. You'll not be the same afterwards. I've not been able to get it out of my mind, and its been almost a month. It would be so easy to be in the same situation as these people - any of them - would I have the same reaction and be able to share the same testimony that they do? I pray that I would be able to, I pray that for you also.
Watch the video ... find hope.
Proud To Be Southern
The Knowledge of Southern Women
Southern women know:
Their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity
Their summer vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah
The movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanahFoat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna
Their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
The 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
Additional Suthen-isms:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc.., make up "a mess."
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece."
They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line,"... we talk to everybody!
Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart" ... and go your own way....
To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !
Southern women know:
Their summer weather report:
Humidity
Humidity
Humidity
Their summer vacation spots:
The beach
The rivuh
The crick
Everybody's first name:
Honey
Darlin'
Shugah
The movies that speak to their hearts:
Fried Green Tomatoes
Driving Miss Daisy
Steel Magnolias
Gone With The Wind
The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
Their religions:
Baptist
Methodist
Football
Their cities dripping with Southern charm:
Chawl'stn
S'vanahFoat Wuth
N'awlins
Addlanna
Their elegant gentlemen:
Men in uniform
Men in tuxedos
Rhett Butler
Their prime real estate:
The Mall
The Country Club
The Beauty Salon
The 3 deadly sins:
Having bad hair and nails
Having bad manners
Cooking bad food
Additional Suthen-isms:
Only a Southerner knows the difference between a hissie fit and a conniption fit, and that you don't "HAVE" them, you "PITCH" them.
Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc.., make up "a mess."
Only a Southerner can show or point out to you the general direction of "yonder."
Only a Southerner knows exactly how long "directly" is, as in: "Going to town, be back directly."
Even Southern babies know that "Gimme some sugar" is not a request for the white, granular sweet substance that sits in a pretty little bowl in the middle of the table.
All Southerners know exactly when "by and by" is. They might not use the term, but they know the concept well.
Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad. If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!
Only Southerners grow up knowing the difference between "right near" and "a right far piece."
They also know that "just down the road" can be 1 mile or 20.
Only a Southerner, both knows and understands, the difference between a redneck, a good ol' boy, and po' white trash.
No true Southerner would ever assume that the car with the flashing turn signal is actually going to make a turn.
A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.
Only Southerners make friends while standing in lines, ... and when we're "in line,"... we talk to everybody!
Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.
In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.
Southerners know grits come from corn and how to eat them.
Every Southerner knows tomatoes with eggs, bacon, grits, and coffee are perfectly wonderful; that red eye gravy is also a breakfast food; and that fried green tomatoes are not a breakfast food.
When you hear someone say, "Well, I caught myself lookin'," you know you are in the presence of a genuine Southerner!
Only true Southerners say "sweet tea" and "sweet milk." Sweet tea indicates the need for sugar and lots of it -- we do not like our tea unsweetened. "Sweet milk" means you don't want buttermilk.
And a true Southerner knows you don't scream obscenities at little old ladies who drive 30 MPH on the freeway. You just say,"Bless her heart" ... and go your own way....
To those of you who are still a little embarrassed by your Southerness: Take two tent revivals and a dose of sausage gravy and call me in the morning. Bless your heart!
And to those of you who are still having a hard time understanding all this Southern stuff, ... bless your hearts, I hear they are fixin' to have classes on Southernness as a second language!
And for those that are not from the South but have lived here for a long time, all y'all need a sign to hang on y'alls front porch that reads "I ain't from the South, but I got here as fast as I could."
Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !
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