My name is Mandie, mom to Quentin, born 11/22/04, which makes him 13 months. He's definitely a toddler. He's getting pretty darn good at walking, and has his share of fits, head-banging fests, throw-himself-on-the-floor-tantrums, and kisses. I love his kisses.
I got hooked on the babycenter journals, so I decided to start my own! I'm kind of bad at updating regularly, though, so we'll see how it goes.
Mondays are always rough, Luke works 10 hours after an entire weekend together. This is a sharp change for Quinn, and he usually reacts badly. After a long New Year's weekend (well, it felt long, though it was just two days as usual), we got home early and went to bed late on Sunday night. I did absolutely nothing productive on Monday. The house was trashed after the holidays, kitchen included, and I just couldn't muster up the energy to do anything, including cooking dinner. The tv was on all day (bad mommy), and at about a quarter to 7, I hopped in the bath with Quinn. Luke was home shortly thereafter and bless his heart, he cooked barbeque chicken on the George Foreman and made quick rice. Then, as I was putting Quinn to sleep, he did a couple of loads of dishes. Luckily, this gave me the push I needed to finish the kitchen cleaning today.
An out-of-town is coming over later, so I've been doing a little crisis cleaning. The living room is almost starting to look like humans live here again. Almost.
Naptime is becoming a ritual, finally. It takes about 1/2 hour to get him down. We go in the bedroom and lie down, I nurse him, and then fight with him a little for about 20 minutes. He rolls around and tries to get away, I pull him back, and he cries. Then he settles down for a few minutes and then tries to roll away again. The fighting progressively slows down and the moments of quiet lengthen. Then he falls asleep! It's great because he's not dependent on nursing to sleep anymore (though he still needs to nurse before sleep), and he's not dependent on the sling. It just requires a bit of time and effort. He's never left to cry on his own, and he rarely cries for more than 45 seconds anyway. This is translating into our night routine, though he's more likely to nurse to sleep at night because he's so tired. Obviously I'd eventually like to be able to lie him down and have him put himself to sleep, but one thing at a time. My biggest thing right now is that I can't sling him to sleep anymore. My back just can't handle it!
I love my baby. He woke up from his afternoon nap (2:30 to 3:50, woo!), crawled quietly out of the bedroom and down the hall, smiled at me, and began playing with his baby legos. After a couple of minutes, he happily moved on, playing with his big baby truck and daddy's lightsaber. He's currently holding it to his ear like a telephone saying, "hi!" I love him so.