oh, when was my last blog? What has happened since? Likely a lot of the same...
Iris has been temporarily re-relocated back to our room. Asher's been waking up at 5am for the past week, and Iris can't handle it (not the crying, not the sleep deprivation- she gets way cranky and hasn't napped during the day in at least 2 years). And I can't handle it (not the attempts to console two crying children after 4 hours of sleep, not the child who has had to go to preschool on a fraction of her normal sleep). Also not unusual these past few days is a 12:30 wake-up as well as difficulty getting him to sleep in the first place. Ugh. I'm beginning to think that moving into a different house with more bedrooms would be easier than trying to get Asher used to sharing a room with his sister.
Really, I'm thinking this round of sleeplessness is just teething- I've noticed he's got 4 new teeth on the top (2 on each side) and 2 more (if not four more) starting in on the bottom as well. So, yeah, potentially EIGHT teeth coming in at once has to cause some sleep issues! (Also, I think one of the reasons I think he still seems like such a baby to me at 17 months (aside from the night-waking and nursing obsession), is the fact that he's had only 8 teeth since he was about 6 months old! Maybe these new teeth will make him look more toddler-y).
And Timm and I were just beginning to really get used to having our own room back... Maybe it's for the best that Iris is back in our room. At least until I refill my birth control.
I went to a wedding Sunday and got to meet a dear friend's 2 week old son. He is her fourth child. To me, she is Wonder Woman- she is the most calm, serene, patient and kind person I have ever met (with or without children). If I didn't know better, I would have to assume she was under the influence of heavy narcotics. But no, it is all 100% the way God made her. I'm sure with 4 kids she has, but I can't imagine her even raising her voice! I know, I'm being ridiculous.
Anyway, I held the new baby, and still, not a twinge of baby fever.
My sister, on the other hand, got hit hard. She even said out loud, "Oh, Katy should have another baby!" (And, I'm sure you know the breathless, gushy tone it was said in- it's a side effect of The Fever).
Seriously, the only thing in my life right now that can accommodate a third child is my minivan. The. Only. Thing.
Christmas is this weekend. Saturday, actually. I feel bad that it's going to be pretty small. But these are the years to take advantage of that option. When the kids are young enough to be impressed with dollar store trinkets and the boxes and bows and bags they came in. I don't know what we're going to do when they are tweens/teens and have high expectations and little regard for the cost.
Anyway, I'm really excited about giving Iris her Woody doll (oh, she is so taken with Toy Story!) and Asher his big rumbling truck! It will be a beautiful Christmas. And a white Christmas, too.
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