Little Kite Girl

So we try for two months straight to get our baby to go to bed earlier than like…2 am…and then he finally goes right to bed a little after 10 and stays asleep…and what do we do?  Freak out that he’s in some sort of coma and wake him up to make sure he’s ok.  I know we think he’s a wee unpredictable, but I think he thinks that we are insane.  And we might be.  Luckily he went right back to sleep.  And now I’m worried about that, too.

Today was busy, I got some things cleaned up around the house, got our Christmas decorations up (yay!) (pictures to follow) then ran some errands.  Among the errands ran were returning the Avent bottle warmer we bought that turned out to be crap.  So sad.  It wasn’t cheap, either.  Which is why it got returned.  What I’ve been doing is heating water in the microwave (I KNOW, I know) and then adding the powder after to make sure that the heat is dispersed before giving it to Camper.  We never make it hot enough to have a problem.  The only thing is, when we travel we need something we can use in the car/hotel room.  And not sink water…I have an issue with sink water.  Also, floating the bottle in water seems like an exercise in futility.  Does that really work for anyone else?  And what do you do with the screaming baby while waiting for the bottle to warm up?  The hula?  No one likes the hula at 2am.  Just saying.

I think I’ve had three days straight of going back and forth between being completely overwhelmed by a cross-country move over Christmastime (STRESS!!) and completely in awe of my child.  I feel like I can’t get anything done, but I just keep getting distracted by the amazing things Camper is doing these days.  I can’t believe how much he’s changed!  When I pick him up now he nuzzles into my neck and hugs me with his arms.  I can not even tell you how amazing that feels.  He looks at me and makes screamy noises when he wants to be picked up.  If he’s playing next to me and I start paying too much attention to my computer or food or what have you, he starts grunting and kicking his legs.  All of a sudden he needs me.  I know he ALWAYS needed me, but now he knows it.  John and I are no longer blurry entities with arms and soothing smells and voices, we are Mommy and Daddy.  I love it when I’m in the kitchen and see John’s car pull up and start to tell Camper, “Daddy’s home!” and he gets all excited.  When John walks in he watches him walk around until he comes over and holds him for a bit.  When my brother was visiting tonight Camper just kept saying, “Goo” until Jonathan finally answered him.  Then he smiled his shy/flirty smile and stopped saying it.  All signs point to my son becoming a social creature.  It’s exciting to watch, and it makes the late night feedings all that more rewarding.  Along with the hula, that is.