Little Kite Girl

I admit.  I heart this part of American Idol- the pull people off the streets and see what they’re like part.  Later, when everyone’s all talented…I just get bored.  Tonight I decided that because of my extensive experience with Karaoke Revolution I should go and audition.  John said he’d go, but he’d tell Ryan that I can’t sing.  My Mom said she’d watch the baby.  At home.

Poop heads.

It’s ok.  I can just be fabulous in my living room.  At least now we have two microphones so we can work out some duets.

In all seriousness, though, I think that the judges are getting tougher.  They turned away a few people I thought did just as well as the next person.  Paula actually said no to someone that everyone else said yes to.  I can’t remember who…but it happened!  I’ll probably watch next week and then just wait to see online who won in the end.  Isn’t TV amazing?  Take what you like, leave what you don’t.

So today we got out of the house a bit, Bubby needed some new socks.  We went up and walked around the outlets for a bit, ran by Target so I could get a nifty tray for his room.  I needed some sort of picnic tray to put his bottles on so that I didn’t continue to get formula everywhere in my hazy stupors at night.  And WA LA.  We found one!  Lime green, $5, or $6?  I don’t remember.  I know I know, with breastfeeding you don’t need a tray.  But if I were breastfeeding I wouldn’t have a tray, now would I?  All I know is that I was very happy with it indeed.  To each her own.

Camper was so funny.  He talks ALL THE TIME now, and sometimes he just sounds mad!  He’ll furrow his brow and make noises at you like he’s telling you some unfortunate story, and if you react just right he’ll smile.  (His idea of smiling is opening his mouth as wide as he can.)  He yells a lot- not always in a bad way- I wonder if he’ll be a loud kid or if he’s just finding his vocal cords at the mo.  He’s a good one, I’m just glad the fussiness of the last week is finally abating.

The sleeping though, oh Camper, we HAVE to talk about the sleeping.  I know every kid goes through their weird sleep times when they go from sleeping like normal little people to insomniacs on baby crack…but seriously.  If he doesn’t stop this 4am pooing habit I have no idea what to do!  I cannot leave him in his own poo.  No way.  So I’m stuck with a 4am smelly alarm clock.  Maybe if I move in a more easterly direction then 4am would actually be…well, the next time zone with land would probably be the UK, so 9am.  9am poo sounds reasonable, right?  But that would also mean a 1am bedtime.  Nevermind.

On a random note, something that drives me CRAZY is the reaction you get from other parents, waiting rooms, church foyers, out shopping, anywhere, when you are asked about your baby and you answer honestly.  “Oh! How does he sleep?”  (When what they really want to say is, “ASK ME HOW MY BABY SLEEPS!!) I say something like: “Not too badly, he still wakes up during the night, but generally goes back to bed after eating.  He’s got rough nights here and there, but you know.”  Then annoying parent says, GLEAMINGLY, “My baby slept through the night while still in the womb!”  Ok.  That’s an exaggeration.  But you get my point.  Or the ever present question:  “How much does he weigh?” Contrary to the fact that all babies (and people for that matter) are healthy at different weights, some parents  equate their baby’s placement in the percentile chart with their future SAT score.  “MY child is in the 90th percentile for his head size!”  and I respond, “Congratulations?  Buy big hats?”  Pishaw.

Some people are rather curious and ask because they want to know.  But those people are in the minority.  Then there is the other side of the spectrum that asks in order to feel bad about their own circumstance, committing the egregious sin of baby comparison.  I’ve had to stop myself from doing that on a number of occasions.  ESPECIALLY after I learned that the difference between a 3am bedtime and a 8pm bedtime can literally be two weeks of age.

Honestly though, I think Bubby might be trying to adjust his bedtime again.  I remember when he was 2 months old and we were lucky if he went to bed by 11pm.  There were lots of nights when I’d be up until 1am with him, or John would take the late shift so I could take the early one.  Then, just weeks before the 3 month birthday we finally recognized that the fussiness he seemed to go through from 8pm on could actually be a plea to be put to bed.  That fussiness has now moved up to about 6:30pm, and although he won’t yet sleep soundly at that time, he’ll usually sleep til about 7, wake up for a few minutes, and then fall back to sleep by 8pm.  I’m thinking he might eventually just skip the waking up part and stay asleep all night long.  We’ll see.

And with that in mind, I’m going to get ready for bed.  Because he might wake up at 4am, but he might wake up in 15 minutes.  So it’s best to get sleep when  I can.  And THAT, Moms in waiting rooms across the United States, is the truth about my wondrous child.  And he didn’t sleep through the night while in the womb, either.  Just in case you were wondering.