Blathering

* The EB picture below was a hoot. While facing me, I put The Wing on EB's lap. She really hadn't gotten much of a look at the giant hare. The first pic was just a serious deadpan of this "Mom, what are you doing now?" look. I only wish the photo person had captured her face as she tilted her head back to see who was holding her if she could see all of me. The expression....(forgive me) was hilarious but fleeting. Then, she entirely lost her shite. There will be a special place for me in mommy hell because I thought it was very funny. Of course, I gathered her up right quick and all was well. I'm not THAT mean that I left her with the frightening rabbit any longer than necessary after that response ;0)

* My girl has now gained 3 pounds since her arrival home. We have been home for a calendar month tomorrow. So much for my less than the 10th percentile gal! She is now at 21 lbs and I feel every ounce ;0)

* As for hearing my kiddo scream when she's not, I can assure you it is NOT the monitor. I only use a monitor downstairs. I am far enough away from her when there that she would have to scream her liver out for me to hear her. I am just plain nuts. I will wake up (no monitor around) and STILL swear I hear her...but I don't. Yep, I have cats and one night Jake awakened me but all other times there has not been a cat in sight to make me feel more psychologically stable ;0) I think I just got so accustomed to hearing those terrors ring out in the night (and those ARE real) that my subconscious is just vigilant enough at night that it is creating the screams when they aren't there. Weird but true.

* With those horrid sleep issues early on, we found our temporary answer with her crib in a cove built into the master bedroom and on the way to the en suite bath. I had planned to keep her there from the beginning. It wasn't working. I couldn't move at night without disturbing her and I was way too focused on the crib right there. I couldn't get into the bathroom. The cats needs to travel this path to their food area. I couldn't do laundry because the laundry area is in the master bath. In short, it sucked. Everything disturbed her. In the third week (I think), I dismantled the crib and moved it to her 'big girl' room across the hall from the master. Granted, the room no longer looks like a magazine picture because I moved the off-white clothing armoire into the master to get her cherry crib in with the trundle bed and dresser. Oh well. Sanity trumps glamour any day in my book. Since the move we have BOTH been sleeping long and happy. She still easily puts in 11-12 hrs per night and I am able to move about in my room without having to drop on my knees and crawl by the crib so she doesn't see me and decide it's time to party. As well, Jake the cat can't wake her up because HE has decided it's time to party. Things are smooth as silk in that sleep department for now. No muss, no fuss and I will be grateful every day it stays that way. As well, this way will make a world of difference when I start taking night call again. Me jumping out of bed in the middle of the night after the bleating of a page would not have been high on The Wing's list of restful moments.

* I have to get up and MOVE...but that will happen soon enough with my return to work in overdrive. For now, I actually watch TV after The Wing goes to bed. That's a new development around here but I suspect it will be short-lived (thankfully). Whew, once you get sucked into that stuff it just keeps you hooked. I can see how people end up losing HOURS staring at a TV...it's mind-numbing. (What am I talking about? I certainly was that way at times with a computer pre-Wing). This is why I won't ever, every, ever visit facebook. Ever :0)

* Enjoy your Easter or Passover celebrations with family and friends.