Saturday, May 17, 2008

Man Naps


Today Adam put Rex down for his morning nap. He said, "Hey Rex, should we take a man nap?" and they both dozed off. Apparently, a man nap involves two handsome guys sleeping in a big bed with blue sheets and a couple of very masculine, extra-pink Dora and Hello Kitty blankets.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

The Midnight Shuffle

I'm sure every parent can relate to this...here's a rundown of the sleeping arrangements that comprised last night:

9:00 p.m. Rex falls asleep in his pack & play (in the family room)
10:00 p.m. Karli falls asleep in her crib (in the bedroom)
11:15 p.m. Amber and Natalie fall asleep in Adam and Nat's bed (in the bedroom, too)
3:24 a.m. Adam moves Amber to her toddler bed (also in the bedroom) and climbs in to bed with Natalie
3:25 a.m. Karli wakes up and gets in bed with Adam, Natalie, and Rex (who is eating)
3:31 a.m. Karli gets relegated to Rex's pack & play (in the living room) because she won't stop screaming
3:39 a.m. Rex gets put in Karli's crib
4:48 a.m. Amber jumps from her bed into Adam and Natalie's bed
6:30 a.m. Adam gets out of bed and ready for school
7:03 a.m. Karli climbs out of Rex's bed and crawls in bed with Natalie and Amber
7:12 a.m. Rex needs to eat again, so he joins the crew in the big bed
7:30 a.m. Rex goes back into Karli's crib
7:31 a.m. Natalie takes her blanket to the couch for 29 minutes of uninterrupted sleep

I have to say that I am most excited for Adam to graduate simply because we can move to a place that has more than one available bedroom! We have quite a circus each night. :)

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Intellectual Atrophy

I always thought mommy brain syndrome was a myth until I had kids. It seems like after each of my children was born, I had a period of about three months in which my brain could not handle even the simplest non-child-related process of information. The sad thing about this condition is that it seems to worsen sequentially. This must mean I'm in for a lifetime of staring blankly at adults who try to communicate with me, thinking of nothing but diapers, spaghetti-o's, and sippy cups, and absently responding with a confused "huh?" to everything said to me by anyone older than three.

Yesterday I tried my hand at some of Adam's advanced writing problems and I was stunned to know that I, a devoted grammarian and English major, couldn't even attempt three of the problems, let alone complete any of them correctly. I actually came down with a splitting headache after ten minutes of trying to simplify a sentence full of legalese.

Yet another manifestation of my degenerating mental capacity emerged today as I helped our neighbor make her prom dress: I had to sew in and remove the zipper three times before it looked remotely presentable. Despite reading the instructions four times and having sewn in close to 20 zippers in recent months, I could not figure out how to get the right sides of the zipper to lie on the right sides of the fabric.

Even writing this blog post has taxed my feeble cranium to its limit (I had to use spell-check and found several mistakes!); perhaps this severe and embarrassing mental degeneration is actually a blessing in disguise to help me not realize how absolutely crazy it is to have three kids under three years old. I am lolling along in a blissful daze, my numb brain allowing me to thoroughly enjoy my new baby and become more and more immune to my toddlers' recently implemented blood-curdling-scream reactions to every little irritation they face. For the sake of all you readers, my poor husband who must feel like he has four children to whom he speaks instead of three, and myself, I hope this case of mommy brain syndrome goes away soon!