Tuesday, April 19, 2011

So much for my good sleeping baby...

Dot used to sleep so well. She was really getting into a groove of sleeping 4-5 hour stretches at night, with the occasional 6 hour (and one 7 hour!) sleep to really make me happy.

Then I decided that I needed to start getting her settled into a routine so I could start planning my days better and having regular naptimes. The first step, I figured, was to just record what she was already doing so I could see what her habits was and then see where to adjust. So I got a notebook and a pen and started diligently writing down the times she slept, ate and played each day.

Well, the very act of recording it seems to have RUINED my good sleeper. She hasn't slept for more than 3 and a half hours at a stretch in the three days since I started recording. She got up at 4 this morning and would NOT go down again for more than 15 minutes at a stretch until 9:00. I've been really trying to teach her good sleep habits -- putting her down drowsy but awake, making sure she sleeps in the crib for her naps instead of in my arms or in the swing -- but when she woke up again at 9:45, I gave in and put her in the swing just to help her catch up a little bit on the sleep she didn't get last night. As of 11:00, she's still there.

It's funny, how before I was actually a parent I had all these great ideas about how I was going to teach my kids to sleep in their cribs or beds and sleep through the night, and how consistent and perfect I was going to be. And it all goes out the window when I'm confronted with dealing with an overtired baby all day long.

Oh well. Maybe she'll stay in her crib for the NEXT nap.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Going back on my promise...

When I was little, I HATED it when my mom did my hair. She tried to put it up in hot rollers every week for church, and I complained the entire time. She was pulling my hair, she was doing it wrong, it hurt, it was too hat, I didn't like it. I have many memories of sitting on the toilet seat in the bathroom with tears going down my face and toilet paper stuck behind my ears to keep the rollers from burning my skin there.

I SWORE that when I had a daughter, I would NEVER torture her by doing her hair.

Yeah, right.

(Someday, I will figure out how to switch the orientation of photos so they show up the way I want them to. But today is not that day.)