Last night was the worst yet. She went to bed at 8:30, sound asleep by 9. She woke up at about 2 am, and I couldn’t get her back to sleep by 4 am. DH took over at that point, but she didn’t go back to sleep until 6 am when he put her in bed with me. She slept until 7 am, then would fall back asleep while nursing. I finally got her to daycare at 8:30. She was not her usual self at daycare and started crying really
hard when I left. Usually, she starts playing and doesn’t notice (or care?) when I leave.
I’m going to pick her up at 10 am to go see the doctor.
I’ve been playing a game with Chunguita for a while where I’ll kiss her, say I love you, and ask “Is your mama the luckiest mama in the world?” Chunguita will say, “Yea-ah.”
The other night tho, after I said I love you, she said it back.
When she looks at me with those big brown eyes and says, “I uv oo.”, nothing else in the world matters.
Chunguita is very good at pointing to things in books. It’s a game that she’s been playing with her daddy for a while now. She likes to find the mouse in Goodnight Moon Book and CD (Share a Story) and the ant in honey rabbit. She also knows and points to all of her body parts. She loves belly buttons. She likes to show hers off and see everyone else’s.
We often use “Not for Chunguita” when she tries to get into something that she isn’t supposed to or might be dangerous to her (eg her father’s nuts). When I ask her to, she will take something to her father.
One day, I was on the toilet and ran out of toilet paper. I gave Chunguita the last little piece and told her to take it to her father and say “More”. Well, she took it to him, and I heard him say thank you. He didn’t get the message from me, tho.
Instead of learning the animals, we’ve been teaching Chunguita the noises that the animals make. I think many of the animal names are hard to say. She doesn’t know any colors or shapes.
Chunguita knows both yes and no. She calls the TV remote the “no,no,no”.
I don’t know if she asks for a drink from anyone else. When it’s me, she wants me to pick her up and then she smacks my breasts. Sometimes she will say “nu-nu-nu”.
I love “pease”. It really is cute, but I have to prompt her.
I’ve decided that I will come back to work fulltime in October after DH’s mom and sisters visit even if she isn’t sleeping well.
The last 3 nights have been tough, before that she was doing pretty well waking up only twice per night. But Sunday night/Monday morning, she woke up 5 times. Monday night, she only woke up twice, but it took me an hour to get her back to sleep each time. Last night, I gave up and let her sleep with me. She only woke up twice, at 1 am and at 5:30 am. I used to be able to doze in her little bed with her, but this week, I have been too physically uncomfortable to do that. Aunt Flo is visiting.
I think she’s getting more molars in. I suppose she could have an ear infection, but she doesn’t have any other symptoms. My mother said that she had a lot of problems with me and my eldest brother when we were about this age; we didn’t sleep, and she couldn’t keep us in bed.
Quite frankly, I have a hard time with people who say they are conditional feminists or they aren’t feminists but they believe in … So you value men more than women? I ask. No. Then you value women more than men? No. THEN YOU ARE A FEMINIST!!!
It’s one of my hot buttons. I think in large part because feminists have been demonized by Rush, Jerry, Pat, etc., and that pisses me off. It’s also a hot button because I take it personally.
Over the last couple of weeks, Chunguita has decided that she doesn’t want to sit at the dinner table. We’ve had major battles trying to get her into her high chair or the booster seat. We ended up dealing with it by only allowing her to eat when she was in the booster/high chair. What made it tough was that her father likes to eat snacks in front of the TV after dinner, and he shares with her.
Luckily, this week she decided that it is okay to sit in the booster seat and smear her food all over the tray and her arms and legs. I’m not sure that she is actually eating any of it.
Next week, we will probably be fighting the battle again.
The definition of a feminism is that you believe that people are not valued or defined by gender.