Queen of Rambles

• We got our actual writing assignments for my freelance job today so I guess I can no longer sit around and stare at the Internet. I have to sit around and use my brain. Suddenly all the things that seemed so obvious and easy at the training seem really hard and I’m going to have to send an e-mail to one of the trainers to clarify a few things before I get started.
• Erik only cried for thirty seconds tonight. He cried about two minutes last night. Maybe this is working after all. I don’t think I’ve really portrayed Mike fairly in this whole situation because it was so hard for me to listen to Erik scream and cry and I hated it. To show you what a sweet guy Mike really is, I’m going to post an excerpt from a comment he made to someone else on my LJ entry. I don’t want you to think he’s a tyrant or something (though if you’ve been reading you surely know he is the bestest husband in the world and is very put-upon by his shrew wife).

  Mike says:

  “About the Ferberizing attempt – there is absolutely nothing wrong with co-sleeping. I would happily continue with it if our dear son would not be so darn contrary when it comes to going to sleep. We can’t just go to bed with him at night and expect him to eventually fall asleep. He’s simply not wired for that.

  Instead our nightly routine up to now has been a combination of C breastfeeding him in bed and me walking around with him in my arms. This could go on for anything between 15 minutes and 1.5 hours depending on how tired he was, which makes it extremely difficult for him to fall into a routine. And you really want a routine when your alarm clock goes off at 5:25 in the morning. Not to mention that when you’re my age it’s not good for your back to lug around 14 kg of toddler.

  Also, having to go through this every night after spending a whole day with him constantly wanting attention was really starting to wear C down. I’ve seen her look more and more tired every day when I get home from work. I think she really needs an hour or two before going to bed to unwind and relax. Since she is a digital person she hasn’t noticed this herself yet, but sooner or later she’d reach the point where things had to change right that second, no matter what. Better then to start the process of getting him to sleep on his own when the timing is good for us, I say.”

  You have to admit that’s awfully sweet.

• We are having dinner guests tomorrow! We haven’t had dinner guests in probably a year! I’m very, very excited that Tora and Mr. Pines will be able to join us for a make-your-own pizza night. Does this mean I get to make a dessert? What would a dinner party be without dessert? What kind of dessert goes well with pizza?
• I went to the gym today determined to complete my workout. My knee didn’t cooperate. It started hurting as soon as I started doing my little cardio warm-up and was burning by the end of my weight workout so I skipped my main cardio. Bah. I would REALLY like to lose at least 20 pounds in the next two weeks. Maybe I could amputate a body part. That’s not quite what I had in mind, though. I just need to amputate my belly.
• How do babies know the gender of other babies? I know that Erik can tell the difference between boys and girls. He has zero interest in other little boys, but put a little girl anywhere near him and he can’t keep away from her. I saw this in action once again today at the gym. Someone was dropping off a little girl when I was picking him up and he couldn’t get to her fast enough. He went right up to her, cocked his head, and gave her a huge smile. Boys? Forget it. They don’t even exist. I know Erik’s not the only baby with this ability. When we were in the Copenhagen airport (I can’t believe I never wrote about the Copenhagen airport. It deserves a post dedicated to it’s coolness.) Erik was playing at one of the many Lego stations scattered throughout the place. A little toddler boy came up and bopped him in the head hard enough to make him cry. A few minutes later a little girl walked up to the boy and he turned on all the charm. No bopping her in the head! I can’t even tell boys and girls apart unless they are wearing obvious gender specific clothing. How do the toddlers know? Mike says they sniff each other out. Maybe he’s right.

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