we have a streaker in the house (sadly, ladies, it's not wes ;o)...on saturday, adeline woke up at her usual perky 6 a.m....so we did what all great parents do: pretended to be asleep! wes had already changed her diaper & put her back to sleep half an hour earlier, so we knew she didn't have a dirty diaper & that's all we really cared about at that moment. i snuck a peek & saw her walk into our room & look at me closely. i just saw her head, as it was about 1 inch from my face, & she was trying to breath very quietly & said 'shhh' softly to herself. then i hear her walk out & caught a peek of her slinking down the steps. keep in mind that i have
terrible eyesight, so i only saw a bleak outline of her without my glasses on. about 10 minutes later, wes decides to get up & investigate the noises addy was making downstairs...he goes down only to find addy
stark naked running around the house, joy overflowing with her laughter. a moment i wish would be mine to see, but thankfully i slept in about 15 more minutes. apparently she had taken her pj's off, then her diaper & then even threw her diaper away! at least she's clean...
so what is this about addy waking up so early anyway?! come on! sleep in. she is so not her mama's girl when it comes to sleeping in...i think 9 a.m. seems like a very good time to wake up. it seems she is just so excited to get her day going, to play & learn & tackle new things (i mean literally tackle, not as in 'dive in' or such other wording). & she is now an expert door opener...big ugh...i am envisioning much more lipstick-on-the-carpet moments coming from this new development.
amelia is not sleeping so well since her one night of "sleeping through." she's also spitting up a lot again even with zantac doses & not taking long naps (really, they last about 20 minutes sometimes) & likes to be fed by me, while i'm standing & rocking. why? (my arms may be dislocated at this point). saturday was the best so far, but i think it's b/c we were at my parents' & she was held a lot. speaking of which...driving there & back was HELL. did i say hell? i meant SHEER MISERY. amelia crying her little heart out, addy wanting me to read every book in the universe to her (on the way there, on the way back she cried for 45 minutes), me squeezed in between the car seats trying to keep them both semi-happy & on the ride home, i was also crying out of frustration. it took all of my mama love just to make it on that 90 minute car ride. i have to admit: we have taken both of them out of their car seats this week b/c of crying, on the highway, going 70 miles an hour. what else is there to do? (i have my own nasty opinions about car seat regulations, but i won't go there right now). i'm just glad wes happens to be in the car so i can take them out, b/c if i took them out of their seats by myself while driving on the highway, well that would be very unsafe ;o) honestly... if pulled over by a cop, i had it all planed out; i would've
chosen going to jail over the car ride! 'oh really, officer, you want to give us a warning? this is child endangerment...why not take me to the station overnight? yes? wonderful! let me get my purse...'
once we download pictures, we will have some pics from the gerwig thanksgiving. it was yummy, but i will save that for another post, hopefully tomorrow. if not before thanksgiving: happy turkey day! (please wish us luck for our 3 hour car ride wednesday night).