I’m off to a bit of a slow start today, friends. As I type this, Chicken and Chickadee are both crying hysterically in the crib and pack n’ play. Their parents and I are working on the “cry it out” method for nap time and bed time and it is not any fun at all. I just have to keep reminding myself that after 25-30 minutes of this they will calm down and finally sleep, even if it is only for 30 minutes. Then I get to cuddle them and kiss them and tell them how much I love them for three hours, before we start all over again for their next nap time. It’s a process. But I know in the end, when I can lay them both down peacefully for nap time, it will be worth the struggle.
All I really have to say today is thank goodness it is Thanksgiving week. Today is Monday (obviously) but tomorrow is the ‘Friday’ of my work week and I could not possibly be more thankful for that. I’m heading home to North Carolina in the wee hours of Wednesday morning to celebrate with my family and friends and while right now all I can think about is this terrible nap time ending, I know that I will be filled with excitement as soon as I hop in the car. I will also be extremely excited if I manage to avoid the traffic by leaving early. Wish me luck.
This past weekend was a strange one, Kate texted me this morning to ask if it was a time warp. It felt long and short, fast and slow, busy and boring all at the same time for me. I think a lot of this has to do with the awful, cold, windy weather we’ve been having. Two nights this weekend I was awakened in the middle of the night to howling winds outside my window. On top of that, we still deal with the wind noise when we are awake because someone in our apartment building keeps opening a window in the stairwell, creating a wind tunnel, which of course poor Kobe thinks is another dog howling at him. It’s quite the issue.
On the bright side, I made major progress on a Christmas project this weekend (no Mom, I will not tell you what it is), and Kate and I made major progress on watching the TV show Felicity. You see, Felicity was a bit before our time (1998-2002) so we didn’t get to follow Keri Russell through her college years in New York in real time. But luckily, Kate’s nanny mom was kind enough to let us borrow the series. We act like we’re excited to watch it every time we start an episode, but about 10 minutes in we start making fun of the clothes (THE SWEATERS), complaining about the music (Sarah McLaughlin, anyone?), and wondering if this episode really is only an hour long?! It always feels like much longer. Probably because Felicity has a creepy obsession with a boy named Ben and every episode involves her mortifying herself in one way or another. Yet, we continue to watch.
You guys, I think they are asleep.
Oh wait, no. Definitely not. It has now been 19 minutes for Chicken and 17 minutes for Chickadee. Not much longer. We can do this, team.
Another thing that is getting me through this nap time affair? Watching The West Wing on Netflix while I type this. Why am I obsessed with watching TV shows from the early 2000s, you ask? I cannot answer that question. But anyone that knows me knows that a show about the White House, particularly a liberal administration, full of sarcastic and smart characters is bound to be one of my favorite shows. I started watching early last year and took a hiatus after moving, we were finally reunited earlier this month and it has been so lovely to be back together.
I think Chickadee is asleep. No really, I mean it this time. Chicken on the other hand is still wailing. Rats. In just a moment I’m going to have to go see if he has stranded himself in the standing position in his crib. Oh no, Chickadee is back at it.
Alright friends, that is all for today. I’m going to go pop some pacifiers back in these babies’ mouths and then eat a slice of pizza and say a prayer that they sleep, join me?
And no, these pictures have nothing to do with this post, just a little look at this past weekend.