I realized something:
Peanut #2 has never had a proper bedtime with stories, singing, or any ritual at all really. Why?
Because Peanut #1's bedtime is a combination of track meet, scavenger hunt, and to hand combat, talk therapy and church service, meaning that getting Peanut #2 to bed is something to be done when time allows, sometimes in 10 or 15 second intervals.
I"m going to try a new thing: Get Peanut #1 into her peejays, and then send her upstairs to read. Then I will take the time with Peanut #2 to read her a story and sing her a song, then I will lay her down, and resume with Peanut #1. Wish me luck!
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28.7.15
Dear Diary
What's new this week?
Peanut is awesome and hilarious, and just getting to the REALLY defiant phase. I wonder what would happen if I spent a day saying Yes to everything she asked? That would be interesting
Peanut #2 is good; although she screamed her little noggin off until about 11 pm last night. I had both kinds of flu, and the Project Manager is recovering from a GI bug, so we were not at our best, I'm afraid.
The Project Manager, apart from the GI bug, is amazing as always; she's insanely busy with work and.... crap, I think that means that every domestic task needs to be mine right now. I mean, I know that, but this month (or August, to be clear) needs to be 100% me. I think this means I have to learn where her laundry goes. TERROR
Also, the house is looking great these days! New deck, and the attic is all new, which is AMAZEBALLS
Peanut is awesome and hilarious, and just getting to the REALLY defiant phase. I wonder what would happen if I spent a day saying Yes to everything she asked? That would be interesting
Peanut #2 is good; although she screamed her little noggin off until about 11 pm last night. I had both kinds of flu, and the Project Manager is recovering from a GI bug, so we were not at our best, I'm afraid.
The Project Manager, apart from the GI bug, is amazing as always; she's insanely busy with work and.... crap, I think that means that every domestic task needs to be mine right now. I mean, I know that, but this month (or August, to be clear) needs to be 100% me. I think this means I have to learn where her laundry goes. TERROR
Also, the house is looking great these days! New deck, and the attic is all new, which is AMAZEBALLS
20.10.11
A new chapter dawns!
So, gentle reader, we have come to a time where I must ask you to keep a secret. Not for long; only until Christmas.
If you are unable to keep a secret, perhaps due to some piece of WWII shrapnel embedded in your frontal lobes, please stop reading now and click this link. It will amuse you.
Are they gone? Is it just us here now? Excellent. Where was I?
Oh yeah! The Project Manager and I are pregnant. Well, teeeeechnically, she is pregnant. I am just proud.
We are due at the end of June, 2012, so we're still in that period where 50% of first pregnancies end (thus it is not a sure thing by any means).
The blood test is done and the results are on their way, the first doctor's appointment is booked for early November (I'm not invited, btw) and all in all things are good.
The Project Manager is alternately freaked out and ecstatic, often within the same sentence. She has always worried about her abilities as a parent, but I have 100% faith that we will be fine.
She's also worried about how our lifestyle will change, but I maintain it will change less than we think. We entertain at home a lot; you can do that with a baby. We both drink beer; you can do that at home (after the baby is born). We both like the theatre; Babysitters can be had.
The plan after the baby's arrival is that The PM will take off a small few months (number TBD) and then I will take parental leave for an appropriate period to cover until formal childcare arrangements can be made. These arrangements will likely include some cobination of Aunts and Uncles, Grandmas, and compressed work weeks.
So how are you?
If you are unable to keep a secret, perhaps due to some piece of WWII shrapnel embedded in your frontal lobes, please stop reading now and click this link. It will amuse you.
Are they gone? Is it just us here now? Excellent. Where was I?
Oh yeah! The Project Manager and I are pregnant. Well, teeeeechnically, she is pregnant. I am just proud.
We are due at the end of June, 2012, so we're still in that period where 50% of first pregnancies end (thus it is not a sure thing by any means).
The blood test is done and the results are on their way, the first doctor's appointment is booked for early November (I'm not invited, btw) and all in all things are good.
The Project Manager is alternately freaked out and ecstatic, often within the same sentence. She has always worried about her abilities as a parent, but I have 100% faith that we will be fine.
She's also worried about how our lifestyle will change, but I maintain it will change less than we think. We entertain at home a lot; you can do that with a baby. We both drink beer; you can do that at home (after the baby is born). We both like the theatre; Babysitters can be had.
The plan after the baby's arrival is that The PM will take off a small few months (number TBD) and then I will take parental leave for an appropriate period to cover until formal childcare arrangements can be made. These arrangements will likely include some cobination of Aunts and Uncles, Grandmas, and compressed work weeks.
So how are you?
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