-I would love it if we could find the resolve to continue rear-facing until Macy is 2. I kind of knew going in that I didn't think I could make it that long, so I set a goal of 18 months. 3 more, then reassess. Macy is not on board with this. I think she is done rear-facing. As soon as we get into the car, all I hear out of the back seat is constant noise ranging from a low whine to an all-out screamfest (the kind that I referred to in my last post that does not end until she is asleep for the night). Every time we are in the car, I have the same internal argument with myself that goes something like: "we've gone 3 months longer than we set out to go, so would it really be a terrible thing to go ahead and turn her around? After all, she is so unhappy, and she is making everyone else in the car unhappy. And the screaming - OH the screaming! I am about to scratch out my eyeballs. But what if I turned her around and something awful happened? I've read the articles - I know that the kid in the rear-facing car seat typically fares better than any of the other passengers. How would I feel if something awful happened? BUT OH THE SCREAMING!!! However, wouldn't I give anything in the world to hear that screaming just one more time if something happened?" Life's dilemmas.
-There are lots of reasons that I don't want another kid. Chief among them, and I mean CHIEF....the constant bending down to pick stuff up and to clean up crumbs. It never ends. On a non-work day, I am probably bending down about 50 times a day. It's not the bending down that's the big problem. It's the fact that every time I bend down, my pants fall down a little bit. I feel like I spend half my time parenting and the other half hitching up my pants. Not much in life is more irritating.
-I was never planning on weaning Macy from a paci until closer to age 2, as we did Liam, but apparently in her new classroom at school, she can't have it. They say that the other kids don't have them, and even though neither she nor I are (is?) ready for her to give up the paci, if she has it the other kids will want theirs, too. Okay...I understand the need for law and order in a classroom full of 1 1/2-year-olds, so I am not going to be the parent who stomps her feet. At home, we have gotten her to the point where she can have it as much as she wants in her room, but if she leaves, she has to put it away. It has been going fairly well, to the point where she doesn't really even use it when she has the opportunity, except for at bedtime. On a whim, I thought maybe we could get through bedtime without it tonight. As I was reading her stories, her eyes started darting around her room, and she started climbing all over the place looking on her dresser and on the floor. She never started to cry, but as time went on, she just started looking SAD. Like, grown-up sad. You know, where you are at work and something happens that makes you want to cry so badly, but you do everything in your power to hold it together. Trembling-lower-lip sad. It was cute, and I felt so sad for her. I eventually gave it to her (during Take 2 of night-time ritual, as Take 1 ended abruptly when my fingernail went into her eye when putting her down). Instant contentedness. All was right with the world.
-Nothing much to say today. Here's to making it through a 2-day work week!
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