Fergus, I Need A Meeting.

Posted on December 24, 2011 by Meghan

First of all, thank you for keeping Ian interested by hiding somewhere different every day. However.

This morning, Ian was in quite a funk because he couldn’t find you. I know today is your final appearance for the year, but please take this into consideration for next year.

Leave a clue somewhere, so that if he’s having trouble we can consult it. I’m sure dashing off a rhyming couplet every night will be no problem, seeing as how you just sit around all day- you should have plenty of time to think of good ones.

See you next December.

Good-bye, bassinet

Posted on December 23, 2011 by Meghan

Keeghan started thinking it was fun to try to climb over the side of the bassinet, so it was time to stop using it as a changing table. It was hard to let go, because my Grandma picked it out just for Ian, but it was time for it to be useful somewhere else.

We moved this into his room, instead:

More on the Pitter Pat

Posted on December 23, 2011 by Meghan

So last night I had this dream. Yes, I know a lot of stories that start this way are boring, but humor me.

In this dream, my friend Julie called to say that her firm had tickets to something or other with Daniel Craig, and would we like to go. Thinking I was saying yes to movie tickets, I enthusiastically agreed that yes, we’d LOVE to go. She said she’d meet us there, so we all piled into the car, because for some reason we really had decided to take the kids to something that would doubtless be completely inappropriate for them. Which is all cool because this is a dream, and, unlike all the Reese’s I ate yesterday, this bad decision won’t be coming back to haunt me.

We get there and find out that this is really a VERY fancy theater and I’m starting to be impressed when I realize Julie’s face is on all the marketing materials, and I remember that she’s started her own, obviously quite successful, firm. And as she’s telling me how uncomfortable it makes her to see her own face plastered everywhere and how ridiculous she thinks it is that some famous person designed and named a color after her, I am overhearing someone in the hallway or an adjacent room repeatedly asking people if they’d like to see Daniel Craig.

I laughed and asked Julie, “Well, who WOULDN’T want to see Daniel Craig,” because I think this is a really good question. And she thinks that’s very funny and wants to know if I’m one of those crazy stalker type fans, which is DEFINITELY a good question since, as we all know, I’m prone to enthusiasms.

I explain that I prefer to enjoy the public personae created by celebrities and how knowing too much about them can spoil it, and I wouldn’t want to name names but, for instance, let’s talk about Christian Slater.

So then someone official comes and is recruiting kids for an activity. And Michael takes Ian, who is wearing his Halloween costume, and I keep Keeghan with me, where he is no doubt enjoying my continued thoughts on The Hotness of Daniel Craig, which Julie is finding funnier and funnier. Until the curtain opens and I find out this is not a movie but a play, and that Ian’s going to be in it, which we all know would be a horrible idea, unless he’s a T-Rex, in which case he’ll be brilliant.

I look around me and see a lot of empty seats, formerly occupied by members of the cast. Which is when it dawns on me that Julie is so amused because Daniel Craig has been sitting behind me the entire time I’ve been discussing my Male Hotness Paradigm, which petty much goes: 1. Michael 2. Daniel Craig 3. Everyone Else.

At this point I was Rudely Awakened by One of My Children, but we can take a few things away from this. For instance, of all my friends, my subconscious picked Julie as most likely to have a color named after her and be acquainted with movie stars. Also, that I should look behind me now and then, even in dreams. Last, and far from least, I should stay away from Reese’s if I’m serious about Project Hold The Line.

Can we stay on the nice list

Posted on December 22, 2011 by Meghan

For just 3 more days?

Popcorn strings and Hallway Basketball

Posted on December 22, 2011 by Meghan

AKA, What to do with a rainy afternoon.

Note to self

Posted on December 21, 2011 by Meghan

If “boobie” is My Baby’s New Word, I say it far too often.

One fell out… TWICE.

Posted on December 21, 2011 by Meghan

Keeghan had part 2 of his flu shot on Monday. I know this because 1. I was there and 2. He’s in his crib for the first time since. He reacts to shots the same way he does to anything that makes him feel not-so-good. He wants to sleep constantly, but only on me. Well, or Raba. Who, in case you are wondering, isn’t here.

Yesterday evening I set off a horrific chain of events when I foolishly (SO SO FOOLISHLY) tried to put Keeghan in his crib after he’d been sleeping on me for two hours so I could read to Ian, who had sweetly (SO SO SWEETLY) asked me to please read to him in his room and who really, really did deserve a little Mommy time. Keeghan woke up.

He STAYED awake, yawning and rubbing his eyes and failing to succumb to every known non-brain-damaging baby soothing technique, for five hours. Which really is probably a new record. Is there an English word for being so tired you’re staggering around bumping into walls on hands and knees? Because that’s what was going on by the time he finally fell asleep.

“whew, thought mama, now *I* can go to bed.”

The next thing I knew, I woke up with a start and grabbed for the baby. (I’ve been doing that a lot in the chair in his room. Every time he squirms.) right there, sound asleep. In bed with me. The fearful racket was Ian, falling out on the other side. I heard Michael softly and gently urge him back to his own room. And then I don’t remember anything until it all happened again.

Today is going to be a shining example of why Nursing Mothers Really Do Consume Caffeine. And we’re having a little meeting on the subject of Bedtime Is At Seven PM. There will be a memo.