A genuine update.

I am about to tackle trying to write about something I’ve been wanting to write about for forever… but as it’s kind of a negative topic, I wanted to stop and reflect on the positive first.

Our fall went pretty well.  We had a busy October.  Wolfie was Scooby Doo for Halloween and couldn’t have been more excited about it.  He managed to get a stomach bug the day of Beggar’s Night, so missed out on what was to be his first year of door-to-door trick-or-treating, which disappointed me far more than it did him.


G recently reconnected with his sister after being estranged for several years, and one weekend in October we had a gathering at his parents house, where Wolfie met his cousins for the first time (who are something like 25 and 16).  They were all quite enamored with each other and had just the best day.  It both warmed, but also broke my heart… because my family lives so far away and doesn’t get to see him much.


Thanksgiving weekend was unseasonably warm here, which was quite nice to be able to get your toddler out of the house often so he doesn’t go stir-crazy during 4 days at home.  We literally went to the park twice a day, every day.  And there were lots of other kids there for him to play with.  It was amazing.  (You know, if you don’t think about how climate change is ruining the planet.)


Daycare issues have gotten much better.  It probably took him a good month to adjust.  And he’s never fully stopped being more clingy at drop-off, and I usually still have to sneak away while he’s distracted.  But, he doesn’t cry anymore, he tells me about his day when I pick him up, and he’s once again happy to be there.  Of course, he’d always prefer to stay home and often gives me “no school!” in the morning, but he usually forgets once he sees his friends, toys, or snacks.  They made pies in his classroom and had all the parents come in to have some the day before Thanksgiving.  It was one of the more adorable things that has happened since he started there.


His language skills have exploded over the last few weeks.  He’s getting really good and stringing together sentences and conveying complete thoughts.  It never stops being cool to watch your baby turn into a full-fledged human person.

Sleeping is sort of meh.  The first month or so of him starting the night in is own bed were great.  He was letting me sleep usually until sometime between 3 and 5 before he’d join us in bed.  I think I got one night that he spent the entire night in his room.  But the last month or so, he’s been in our room by 10 or 11.  And then spends most of the night kicking me.  And then wakes up at 4 and starts asking for mama milk.  So, mombie mode engaged once again.

I must be doing something right, because even though we have really challenging days sometimes… when I look back, I can never really remember what made them that way, and overall fell like he takes it pretty easy on us.

Finally, I will leave you will some pictures from a family shoot we did in our favorite cemetery in October.  They all turned out so great and I have like 20 favorites.  Try to find a family cuter than we are, I dare you.



There’s lot of interesting things I should be writing about and can’t find time to write about.

But briefly today I wanted to pause and recognize the fact that it was 3 years ago today that we completed our embryo transfer that eventually resulted in the coolest, kindest, most interesting little human on the planet.

When we’ve been in the midst of lots of 2-year-old challenges, it’s nice to be reminded of how hard we worked to get here.

There’s a time for everything.

The last time I wrote to you, Wolfie and I were embarking on some major changes to our everyday routines.

So far, everything is going really quite well.

Night weaning was so much easier than I ever thought it was going to be.  He was ready.  We went through two, maybe three, nights of him getting upset when told him mama milk had gone night-night and taking a minute or two to calm down and go back to sleep.  Then there were a few nights of him still asking, but when I reminder him there was no mama milk until morning, he’d lay right back down and go to sleep.  Now he pretty much doesn’t even ask until after 4-5 am.  When he starts getting restless around that time it gets harder to tell him no.  He’ll lay back down relatively easily, but is tossing and turning and asking again a few minutes later.  Most of the time, I give in and let him have it, because the only other choice is getting up at that point.

Sleeping transitions are going pretty well also.  The last couple weeks has seen several combinations of him coming to bed with us, me sleeping in bed with him, him sleeping in bed while I sleep on the floor of his room, and me sleeping on the couch.  Last night was the first night I left him in his room and went upstairs to sleep in my own bed, after telling him that if he needs mama in the night that he can come upstairs and get into bed with me.

I was worried that he’d get confused or upset if he woke in the night and didn’t remember/understand to go upstairs. I was also pretty sure they he’d end up in bed with me by midnight or so.  Neither of these things happened.  He slept soundly until sometime after 4am, when I felt a little tap on my toes and pulled him into bed with me.  (We’ll ignore the time around 10:30 when I heard something downstairs, and with my sleepy and un-glassesed eyes, didn’t see him on the monitor.  Since he wasn’t upstairs, I was sure he was wandering around the house alone and afraid.  Only to run downstairs in panic to find his door still closed and him sleeping just fine.)

I thought this was going to be a lot more difficult, at least emotionally.  But everything has fallen into place and felt completely right as we’ve been doing it.  6 months ago, the idea of my baby no longer sleeping in bed with me sent me into so many tears.  But, as with many things I have experienced in parenthood, the anticipation of the thing is often way hard than the actual thing.  When the time is right and everyone is ready, it’s not usually as hard as you think it’s going to be.

The other transition we’ve been going through has not gone quite as smoothly.  Two weeks ago, Wolfie moved up into the two-year-old room at school.  We went through some major challenges the first week.  Long story short, he was initially put into a new room without a single one of the other kids from his old room in there with him.  All 7 of his friends were together in a class and he was alone in a whole new class with all new kids.

After a few days and lots of tears (many of them mine), he was moved into the class with all of his other friends.  But I think the whole thing made what was already going to be a difficult transition even worse.  I can tell he’s happy to be with his friends, but he really misses his old teachers and is still trying to adjust to the change.

My kid used to be the easiest kid in the world at drop off.  Sit him down with a snack, give him a hug goodbye, blow him a kiss at the door, and I’m out.  In the year and 9 months he’d been in daycare, he’d cried maybe 2-3 times at dropoff.

He’s cried 3-4 times in the last two weeks.  It’s getting easier each day, but he’s still being very clingy and not wanting me to leave.  Most of the time I have to sneak away when he’s distracted.  I hate doing that.

Today I got lucky that his old teacher happened to be in the room when we got there (she’s usually not in that early), so he was perfectly happy to have her sit with him and give me hugs and kisses goodbye.  The impression I got is that she’ll be in early all week to cover for someone, so maybe this will inadvertently help get us back into our normal goodbye routines.

It makes me so sad that he misses his teacher.  He saw her last week at an open house there, and he immediately wanted to go with her and didn’t want her to leave him.  Breaking my heart over here!  I have no idea what I’m going to do when he goes to preschool and will once again be in a room by himself with all new people, but this time without the option of going back.  *crumples to the floor in a heap and sobs*  Hopefully it’ll be another one of those things that is not as hard as the anticipation.


I hate change.  I hate letting go. And I hate the heartache that comes with watching your kid grow.

I’m writing today from the chair in my living room while I watch Wolfie nap in his bed on the monitor.  This is a very rare occurrence in my house.  95% of the naps he has taken at home in the last 2 years have been laying on me or next to me.

I’m feeling the need to get him to nap on his own more often so I can have a couple child-free hours now and then.  Not because I don’t absolutely love laying with him and watching him sleep.  But because there’s starting to be more and more things that I literally can’t find time to do.

I used to be able to at least do some things at work.  I could shop online when I needed something.  I could bring little projects to do on my lunch.  (For example, I was able to make a couple of simple costumes for a sci-fi convention a few months ago over a few days worth of lunches.)  I could write a blog post now and then.

But things at work have gotten complete bonkers, and I have no time to do this anymore.  I don’t take lunches.  There’s something I’ve been meaning to order online for a couple weeks now, but still haven’t because every single day I get too busy and forget about it.  And at home Wolfie takes all of my focus, and wants to be involved in everything, so I don’t dare pull out the computer while he’s around.  A lot of the shopping type of stuff could be done on my phone if I put in the effort.  But typing out a blog post on my phone is never going to happen.

I’ve only performed once in the last 2 years, because I literally can’t get time to myself to put a routine together.  (I seriously had to take time off work to even put together that one act.)  I’ve got all these ideas for art projects that I never work on.  And a big one… we’re going to have lots of little projects around the house that need done in the next year or so as we get ready to sell this place.

So, commence trying to get Wolf to nap in his bed.

But also, I’ve been feeling really frustrated with the sheer amount of time that he still nurses.  I don’t mind that he still nurses.  I love that he still nurses.  When he’s having a meltdown or is overtired and needs to sleep, it is oh so helpful.  I am not planning to wean any time soon (I was hoping to let him self-wean when he’s ready).  But he nurses ALL. THE. TIME.

So, I’ve pretty much decided to tackle night nursing first and see if I can’t try to get him down to nursing to sleep and then not again until morning.

To make this easier, I am planing to just sleep in his bed with him for a while until he gets used to it, so that we aren’t waking G up when he’s whining for mama milk.  (He has a twin bed with a rail instead of a toddler bed.)

Add these two things together, and it seems like I’m pretty much setting us up for him transitioning into sleeping in his bed on a regular basis.  And I feel so sad about that.  I love co-sleeping with my baby.  I’m not sure that I won’t just bring him back into bed with us once he’s used to not nursing at night.  But, if he gets used to sleeping in his own bed and does really well with it, I probably would be a little dumb if I didn’t take advantage of that and just let him continue.

I try to remember that there will always be nights that he’ll crawl into bed with us for plenty of time to come.  But it still breaks my heart to think about the time when I won’t snuggle up to him every night as I fall asleep.

2-Year Photo Dump

My baby is TWO *ugly crying*

He had a great birthday weekend a couple of weekends ago.  We had a party at our house with a group of the most kind and well behaved group of 2-year-olds I had ever seen.  Everyone had just an awesome time.

It’s so hard for me to focus and put things into words any more, so I’ll let my photos tell the story, I guess.  Please enjoy our birthday weekend filled with water, cake, lots of time outside, lots of presents, painting, and a trip to the science center.  (friends and other happy two-year-olds not pictured for privacy)