Moving on

I've decided that I have GOT to get Little Cutie out of our bed. She flips, she kicks, she clings and I've given her three years but it's time for her to stay in her bed all night. I'm thinking that moving her from a toddler bed to a big girl bed may do the trick. So not wanting to do much today, I started shopping around for the bits needed for this project:
Hardware-conversion rails and mattress (her bed is crib to college model which seems to have been a good investment)
Software- bedding including more pillows and mattress pads, ect
Peripherals- other things to go with her new room theme.

I'm a little saddened by all of this. It's another baby thing to let go and with the new bed, new bedding and a revamp of the room seems to be in order. I think we're going with Tinkerbell bedding and accessories and art in line with Peter Pan's Tinkerbell as opposed to the newer fairy stuff like this lamp:


It will all look great with what's on her walls and her curtains and whatnot and when we move, I can paint her walls in a different theme that still works or do the same walls for the third time. lol.

The part that makes me sad is what to do with the Winnie the Pooh stuff. Some things like the snowglobe will probably stay. The antique book and the mohair Pooh are more mine and will probably go in the library. The wall art is my brother's from when he was a child and will be returned to him.

Really, it's the bedding and the lamp that makes me sad. When she was born it was so chaotic and I felt so unprepared (LC was induced at 35 weeks, 2 weeks before Christmas. We thought we had until the end of January and were putting things off until after the holidays.) And I don't know if I have ever felt so loved then when I came home and everything was waiting for us under the tree. All of the bedding. Seven sets of sheets. All of the plush toys. Every time I look at her room, I am reminded of all of that love.

So what do I do? Sell it? I could garage sale it, eBay it or go to Once Upon a Child, but that feels like putting a price tag on all of those feelings. Leave it in the attic? I suppose I can save it and see if someone else having a baby wants it all and I can give it to them.

I don't know, it's a lot of attachment to crib sheets but it's time for me to move on and for her to grow up just a little more.

needs a little salt

Little Dude has a rather annoying case of Cradle Cap. His sister never got it but he's proving to be an all together kind of baby. Mostly, I don't worry too much about it but it seems to itch and he has ripped the top of his head all apart no matter how often I clip his nails.

This has lead to the search for a solution from my doctor and no end of advise from well-meaning friends and I finally found a combo that works.

For daily care, I slather his head in a thick layer of lotion and then put a hat on him. Well hydrated skin is harder to tear, right? And that's what they say to do for nice hands. He does have the softest head I've ever kissed.

To get rid of the scales, we use an oil a few hours before bathtime to soften and then we shampoo it out. There are a lot of things you could use but I don't like putting mineral oil on him and he's very sensitive so we went with something natural that we already had: olive oil. The only problem is that every time I do it, I think to myself "time to marinate the baby." I'm pretty sure that's wrong.

Help! Help! I'm damp!

It's 2:30 in the morning and I just spent the last 20 minutes with my nearly-asleep son on my lap praying that he wasn't going to pee and soak us both and we'd have to start all over with the falling asleep thing.

Why, you may ask, was your child not wearing a diaper if you were trying to get him to fall asleep? This seems like rather poor planning on your part. Here's the part where we have to backstory...

*twinkle fade*

Until recently, Little Cutie (my just-turned three year old daughter) could be wet and poopy for seven days and seven nights and really wouldn't care as long as it didn't leak on to her Tinkerbell jammies. To say that Little Dude does not like to be wet, on the other hand, is an understatement. He has this cry that says"HELP! HELP! I'M DAMP! I'M REALLY REALLY DAMP! THREE DROPS OF PEE-PEE CAME OUT OF MY WEE-WEE AND NOW I'M DAMP!!! IF SOMETHING ISN'T DONE ABOUT THIS SOON, THERE IS GOING TO BE CHAFING AND OMG I AM STILL DAMP!!!!!!!"

Seriously.

The kid has never had a diaper rash, yet sometimes I can't even tell that his diaper is wet at all, but still he is screaming and as soon as I take the diaper off, he's quiet. It's like magic. If it were up to him, he just wouldn't wear a diaper and would spend all day kicking himself, um, yeah... that may be a different post.

Now when he's sleeping, there's this little whimper that lets me know that he's wet himself and not happy with the dampness and as long as I can get that nasty diaper off before he full-out cries, then he will stay asleep through the whole process.

And that's where we were this evening when he was just about asleep and started in on the whimper. And I knew if I got up to change him, he would wake up. But if I left him in the wet diaper he'd wake up. So I removed the diaper and prayed for dryness. Luckily, our story has a happy ending and I even get to go to sleep before 3 am.

Out of the mouths of babes.

Tonight, I was putting the last of the Christmas decorations and was feeling a little sad about how empty and plain the house was looking. I took the last of the boxes up to the attic and came back down and was putting the last of the furniture back into place. Little Cutie looks at me and says "Good job putting away your things, Mama."

Guess what skill we've been working on.