Thursday, November 7, 2013

Christmas Tradition Ideas

We really like the idea of having family traditions for our family, especially during the holidays. The only tradition we had in my family was to see a movie on Christmas Day.  My husband has more traditions but I think we'll carry forward a nice brunch with monkey bread and also slippers filled with goodies for Saint Nick Day. Some other ideas that I like:
-Volunteering at a soup kitchen for both Thanksgiving and Christmas
-Giving a few of your current toys away
-Making cookie day
-Reading a christmas story every night for the month of December
-Advent calendar with family activities for each day or week
-Orange in the toe of stocking
-Christmas Eve box with pjs, movies and snack to be watched during break
-Get a tablecloth, and some colored permanent markers. Trace the hands of all present for dinner, and write something you're thankful for in the hand. Date it too, and then it's really fun the next year. 
-Going for a nighttime walk
-eating dinner by candlelight. 

Making tree decoration a tradition in itself-the music, hot cocoa, popcorn-

-Christmas Eve dinner and Christmas Day brunch the same dishes year in year out made the meals tradition and ceremony.

-Buying gifts for children/families in need. 

-An annual outdoor excursion (when kids are older) a special hike 

Monday, October 21, 2013

Boob bites

My baby's first tooth started to show almost a month ago to the day. And this morning I felt the second one. Bite down hard on my boob. My nipple to be more exact. I did what I heard was best to do, say no sternly and put the baby down. He'd look at me with lit up eyes and a big smile thinking my stern voice was a game. After I put him down, he got upset so I picked him up again and tried again. Ouch! and one more time. Ouch! so we went about our day.

Then came nap time in which my babe likes to be nursed a little just before. This time it was 4 bites. Same excited reaction from my no. Same stern reaction from me. This time I put him in his crib each time. So it took 7 good chomps before my baby understood. He nursed a lot today and most of the day was very good.

Parenting is hard and wonderful business.

Lonely in a big land

My husband and I have been very fortunate to have met such nice people here. And I think it surprises Canadians to know that they have a pretty good reputation world-wide, well certainly in the US. We would giggle about how kind they were, so nice that their buses said 'Sorry, out of service'. American buses tend to leave out the apology. So we're not that surprised that we'd happen upon some great people.

It's cute because the Montrealers we've met, or come to think of it the Toronoto-ers (?) too, refer to going out to the country for x amount of time (weekend, day, etc). I don't think urbanites really do this in the US. Sure, we go to the country but we call it by another name, a more specific destination--town, campsite, etc. So we were invited for a weekend in the country. We made our way out to this idyllic spot with babe in tow. We were one of may be 10 adults and one other kiddo. The old weekend in a house of strangers would mean staying up late, playing games, having drinks. The new time in a house of strangers meant following every move your baby makes in a very unbaby friendly home (the host admitted she knew nothing about baby proofing and I confessed I knew nothing about it either until my babe moved around and showed me what to be concerned with. I don't blame her). And then there's feeding your baby, bathing your babe and of course the (dreaded) napping and sleeping. I left the weekend not feeling like I knew the 8 other adults any better. It was really sad for me. I didn't feel refreshed after it seems one should from time in the country. I didn't feel more connected to some sweet souls. I just felt like a tired mama who did everything she could to make sure her babe was happy and content.

And then that experience reminded me of how tired I am of it all. See, this is not the first time my husband and I have lived abroad (can you call it living abroad when you live in Canada?). And it's also not our first time in a new city, in fact we've lived in a lot of places. I have lived in 7 cities in my life and I grew up in the same very small town for 13 of those years. And you know what, you get tired. It's all very exciting and wonderful. And it's tiring too. It's hard to put yourself out there time after time to meet people, connect, question, laugh, ponder, extend. I have kind of spent my own social capital. I have no more dollars. And any social energy I have, I spend it on my kid. I don't mean to. I told myself I'd always have my own life, my own things. But by the time there is any time for me, I am done. Some how I have to muster enough energy to build a small community in this place that feels so lovely and so odd at one time.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

My future, one day: Dealing with back talk

My friend posted on FB to get advice on how to deal with back talk. Her example:
Her: Don't put your shoes on the counter, that's where we put our food.
Response: You put your food on plates and cutting boards that our on the counter.
Asked again...tantrum.

Some great ideas for how to deal:
-What works for my "no gray area" child. Stop giving a reason for reasonable requests. You don't have to justify everything. State what is undesirable and then state what you want her to do. "Don't put your shoes on the counter; put your shoes on the floor by the sliding glass door." And then, thanks (immediate and recognize when / if she remembers next time). Note I removed "dirty" since that gives her the opportunity to argue that the shoes are clean.

-Another thing that worked for mine at that age was "gamifying" (OK, bribing him) to avoid arguments. If he did as told without questioning / arguing / negotiating, he got to put a marble into a jar. (That was important. He liked picking which marble and putting it in the jar so that was part of it.) When the jar was full we did a predetermined fun activity (no "stuff"). Started with a TINY jar and a TINY reward - but still enough to pique his interest. Then worked up to bigger jars and corresponding bigger rewards. After a while there was an option for me to remove marbles but found that didn't work well. If there were no marbles then he had "nothing to lose" and he exploited that. He was allowed to ask "why" after the task was done and the marble was in the jar. But beyond any reward system the key was (and still is): you HAVE to state clearly what you WANT them to do, not just the "don't". Seriously, he will be 18 in 18 days and if I tell him "Stop doing X" there are still situations when he cannot figure out what he is supposed to do instead, because that's how he's wired. Want to guess how tough this has been to deal with at school, other parents, and random strangers? Inhale. Exhale. Drink beer. Hugs.

-My response would have been, "The only acceptable response to that is yes ma'am while you move your shoes. That's warning #1." She gets 2 warnings and on the 3rd offense gets a consequence. BUT the next time you ask her to do something and does not talk back- tell her you noticed she didn't argue or talk back and that you are proud of her for acting like such a big girl.

-Ok, I am clearly in the minority here, and I hesitate to respond since we obviously have different situations, but if she is not responding with sass, why not actually respond to her questioning the sense of it? If she's really thinking it through, isn't that a good thing (a sign of intelligence)? With Owen we find that if we respond with a logical answer (and some humor if possible) instead of being authoritarian, then we keep it a conversation instead of an argument. I believe that you can pick your battles; you don't have to fight them all to show you are in charge.

- I have a very clear memory of getting in serious trouble for talking back, probably around this age, and genuinely not understanding what I was doing wrong. I thought I was having a conversation/ answering a question/ etc. I have no idea if this is what LG is thinking or not. So I would also tend toward just responding with "Please do what I asked. If you really want to talk about how germs work, we can do that later." Or something like that. Hugs. Parenting = not for the faint of heart, and you are fabulous at it!

Monday, August 26, 2013

Food please

What I found you need to feed your baby solid foods:
-a hand immersion blender. Don't invest in the bulky food processor, I found this pretty much does the job.
-glass pyrex storage dishes. food can go straight from the fridge to microwave without having to transfer into another dish.
-a fork. yep. for mashing stuff.
-a nice kid spoon. one that has a long end that you can hold on to but enough room for your babe's hand too.
-bibs. the kind that wipe off. don't get the velcro ones, my little guy figured out how to take them off awhile ago.
-tolerance for a big mess. as they get older they just want to explore, throw, squish, slide, shove all the food. get ready--it's fun and messy.

Why I am glad to be a parent in Canada

I've been thinking about how fortunate my husband and I are to have moved to Canada just before we had our baby. Yes, it is thousands of miles from all of my family and the good majority of my friends but there are a lot of good things about being in Canada and also in Montreal.

1. Parental leave. This benefits me in a few ways. First, my husband has access to it all since I haven't worked a day in Canada. In his work, he doesn't get the time off really, but it alleviates some of the major projects.  There were several weeks in there, when sleep was really bad, that his schedule was very flexible and it was really helpful. Second, this benefits me because other mamas have off to. Not just a few weeks or even months, they have a year off. They need to do something to fill that time so they're looking for other fellow mamas. Lucky for me I have the cutest little ice breaker.

2. Health care. I don't even want to think about how much it would've costs for all of our baby's health care needs. Many days in the NICU and many tests. And the tests are continuing and may continue. And it seems like the healthcare is good quality so that isn't compromised.

3. Linked to both of these things is the fact that I am here in Canada as a stay at home mom or I would be on maternal leave if I worked in Canada before the baby arrived. For me this is particularly good because I don't produce much milk when I pump. I need my babe there to do the work. Had I been in the states, I would've had to go back to work and more than likely use formula. And really what my baby needed was the best stuff.

4. Once my French improves I will feel better about living here but I know that it will be such a wonderful thing for my babe to be bilingual. It's so cool to be in a place where you can easily speak in English or French, in most parts of the city.  Using that part of his brain at such a young age will hopefully help him learn other languages later in life too.

5. The countless events and things to do in Montreal, especially in the summer. I have taken advantage of the local wading pool a ton of times this summer. Also the myriad of parks in my neighborhood. The festivals, the library hours, free museum activities, discounted kid sessions....the things to do are actually countless, it's an amazing place for a kid!


More to come....

Friday, August 9, 2013

Baby logs, Type 3: Sleep teaching

We were desperate for our baby's sleep and our own that we resorted to sleep teaching/training/crying it out. It seemed all of the parents we talked to said this is what you had to do. We needed to do something. I said to myself that I couldn't have more kids if i'd have to sleep teach them, I hated it that much. Seriously, I think I even posted here that I'd rather give birth again. Hearing your baby cry is the worst. As mothers, I suppose (my husband could handle it much better than me). You just have this biological tick and it eats away at you. I hated it. But I have to say we have an especially stubborn baby. Parents on the local listserve are like 'oh my baby cried 20 mins the first night, 10 the second and 3 the next and done.' Ha! Not mine (and I know bc I kept a log). He cried some for about 12 days (my log is 17 days!). 12 days of agony. But it did work. He did get the hang of sleep and became a good sleeper. Until we traveled, then it all goes to shit. Luckily, you (usually) don't start at square one bc they remember how to soothe and sleep a bit.

Now remember back to that second log I took of my kid's shitty sleep, well it had some value. I was able to see a pattern of when he typically woke to be fed or soothed which helped in the sleep training. According to the school we used, you'd go in 1 hour before he typically started to cry to try to get to him before he cried and hopefully avert the crying.

There was one fateful night where I woke up to feed him (yes I set my alarm for 3 different times to wake in the night) and I peed. While peeing he woke up. And so it goes, you can't go in to him when he cries or it sends mixed signals. So I had to wait til he stopped crying...pretty sure it was an hour and 40 mins. I am sad to even admit that here. that we let him cry that long. who ever is reading this, please note how desperate we were. our baby would not sleep, for anything. It was effecting our parenting, our marriage, our baby, our life.

Sleep Teaching started on the first of the month.
We logged:
Bed time
1st check in to try to calm
2nd check in to try to calm
Etc
(note we stopped going into calm him at some point bc it just made him that much more upset that it wasn't me and my husband wouldn't pick him up, we felt it was making it worse)
Total time cried til sleep
Wake up time and the time he cried to fell back asleep
Times went in to Dream feed

We kept a similar log with daily naps (every 2 hours at his age).


For memory's sake, the first night he cried 46 mins before falling asleep. He woke 3 times in the night.
2nd night he cried 40 mins. 3rd night, he fell right asleep. We also did naps at the same time, as the book recommended. Sometimes this was harder bc it was the middle of the day.

In the heart of the training you're supposed to do it in 12 hour chunks for night sleep and 1 hour for naps. Any time they wake in this chunk, they need to soothe and go back to sleep. This was the worst part. My baby sleeps 35-40 min naps. And he sleeps 10.5 hour sleep cycles. May be this is bc I am wuss and go and get my baby and should just let him cry but after the heart of the training where he was getting so much more sleep, I didn't think it was worth it. And that made me feel much better.

Wishing all babies happy, long nights of sweet sleep. And their parents too.

Baby logs, Type 2: Your kids shitty sleep

As my kid entered into his 3rd month is seemed that his sleep was getting worse and worse. I thought sleeping 2-3 hours was bad, but it turns out it was going to get much worse (that is my babe went through weeks of only sleeping 30 mins at a time). In my logs I was trying to see if there was a pattern to this bad sleep. And we also started a bed time routine.

At 3 months, we started with a bottle, book and swaddle and then the boob. We'd try at least 3 times to put him down most nights. That is, he'd wake up with his 30 min cycle and we'd have to rock and sing, give boob, whatever we could to get him to sleep so we could survive! We started trying to get him off of the boob and began rocking and singing to him to get to sleep at some point. We'd spend hours just getting him to sleep beyond 30 mins (usually 1-3 hours trying to get him to sleep in a 2 hour chunk)


In these logs I kept track of:
Pre bedtime sequence
Wake ups in the night (varying from 3-6)
Naps
And I'd also keep logs of how many times he'd eat during the day, typically 8-12 times a day

I kept this log for far too long (3 weeks with a pause and then started up again for 3 more weeks). I guess may be it made me feel like I was understanding what was happening or could find a pattern or find the magic-turn-3-times-pat-your-babies-belly-just-so and sleep will come sequence. It never happened. Sleep sucked for his 4th to 5th month. We resorted to him sleeping in the swing all of this month and it helped...a little. We also started bathing him about 3 weeks into this bad month. I was a walking zombie. No joke.

Then came the next log: sleep training.

Baby logs, Type 1: feeding

Our little man spent his first few days in the NICU. It was incredibly tough on us. And him, certainly. We didn't know anyone in Montreal and going through that experience essentially alone was terrible. A result of his long NICU stay was my milk not coming in. I didn't hold him for 8 days so my body didn't know what was up. This was the start of taking baby logs. We've taken 2 important ones so far in parenthood, one for milk/feeding/poo and pee and the other for sleep.

With the breastfeeding log we kept track of:
Date
Time of feeding
Type of latch (good, bad, ok)
Length of time on the boob, on each one (left and right)
How many ML I pumped
How much he ate from bottle/formula after in ML (a necessity to make sure he was getting enough food)
Pee
Poo

I did this every single feed for one month, day and night at any hour to make sure my baby was getting enough to eat. Almost drove me mad. I am not sure this is the stress free approach to breastfeeding that the lactation consultants recommend. Side note: the lactation consultants are the ones who recommend keeping the log.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Baby food waste and compost

If you're going to try baby lead weaning or any kind of finger food with your kids, may I suggest composting? We have been composting for years now. If you have a yard, it's easy enough to get a plastic bin or make one out of chicken wire then just mix veg/fruit scraps with leaves/paper. And I have actually seen compost bins around our neighborhood in Montreal so it seems you could compost even if you don't have a yard.  We almost virtually have no wet trash because of it. That is our trash is just packaging, etc. We recycle and compost which takes care of a lot of our waste.  Everytime my little guy gums some fruit up and doesn't quite finish it, I feel just fine putting into our little compost bucket. Plus, next year, I'll add it to my little garden so I can show my babe how plants and food grows. It's the urban hippie in me.

A little sanity

My baby turns 8 months tomorrow. I feel like I am just coming out of a deep fog just in the last few days. I don't really want to write it in the blog because I don't want to jinx it but my baby slept for the most he ever has yesterday. He actually took 2 long naps. It really made me realize how parents who have kids who sleep have a completely different experience from those who have kids who don't sleep. I have never been so out of my mind with exhaustion. My husband and I have basically never fought until sleep deprivation entered. We were teetering at moments. It was sad and unbelievable. I had no energy for myself or for others. And I am not saying that 2 days of better sleep made that all okay, but I want to remember and recognize the challenge that it was.  8 months of practically no sleep. With a little more sleep, I feel like I can be a better wife and mom. There have been 2 nights recently where I basically didn't sleep, one night bc of my husband's insomnia and the other because of my own. The whole night I probably got may be 2-3 hours of patchworked sleep but the sad thing is that I didn't feel any different the next day. My body and mind are so used to this new state of exhaustion, well new as in 8 months old. Sleep is just so important.

I have been doing the single mamahood thing while my husband is away on business and it's certainly been a challenge. The first 2 weeks away my baby decided to get up at 4am everyday-brutal. And then his naps were only 35 mins long so I could never catch up on my own sleep. It was hard to take care of him, the house, the dog, all on my own. But I am so grateful that my husband is behind the scenes doing stuff we need to get done and that he is also returning soon. My mom was a single mom and although my dad passed when we were a bit older, I am amazed at all she did. I didn't need to become a mom myself to realize how awesome she was and all she did for us. I knew it everyday.

It's nearly unfathomable how much love you have for your baby. I actually tell him that I think he got cuter from the time he went to bed until the time he woke up. I am so glad this experience is part of my story. This love is part of me.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Solid foods: baby lead weaning

We started our little guy on solid foods when he was about 6 months and one week old. the extra week because we were traveling and it was more convenient for us to wait until we got home. Although on our trip, my brother and sister in law suggest that I feed him a sweet potato fry when we were out for dinner one night. Ummmm...no. But they did say it's always different for your first than your second. But I didn't want a fried food to be his first. But sweet potato was indeed his first food. Organic, baked but I think just in the microwave. He didn't care for it...of course. I tried a few more things and he just didn't seem in to it.

Then one day as I was munching on a baguette, as one does in Montreal, and he seemed really interested. So I gave him a hunk and he loved it. Just gummed it really, not much swallowing but it was much more enjoyable. Parents in my parent groups had talked about 'baby lead weaning' but I didn't know much about it and it sounded like an odd concept, or more accurately and odd title. But don't let the name fool you, it's basically just independent eating and letting the baby choose how much of solids they eat. Because BLW, as they call it, encourages your baby to eat whatever your eating, I was really drawn to it. I liked the idea of variety, exploration, learning of textures and tastes. So one day while out for lunch I gave him some veggies, bread and pulled pork. All hits.

We did this a couple times a day for a few weeks. I'd give him what we were eating or I'd have some veggies lightly steamed so he could more easily eat it. And fruit cut up. This guy just loves pear spears. It was really fun to watch him figure stuff out and spit out pieces that were too big. We did everything: carrots, zuc, cheese, tomato, pancake, hamburger, falafel.

We were bracing ourselves for disgusting poops (yes, let's face it, we're parents and talk about poo and pee far too often now. Although as a dog parent that started a long time ago for me). And none came. And that was the problem. Or was it? Our babe didn't seem like he was in discomfort but he'd go lots of days (I think 5 was the most) without pooping. I wondered where in the world it was being stored, he was eating (or gumming) lots of food. And breastmilk. So sadly, the last couple poos he's had make him cry a little as he passes them. I am not sure if it's because he's not used to being aware of what he's doing or they actually hurt. But crying while he poops makes this mama want to cry. And I had to do things to help the little guy out (no details).

Besides that solid foods and BLW was going wonderfully and I was really enjoying eating with my son. Then I went to a cafe and got soup. Ok, BLW, my baby should eat what I eat. So I happily spooned the pea soup into his mouth in between my own bites. He was crazy for it. Then I thought I'd really like him to eat fatty fat yogurt (and its so delicious here. skip ice cream, go with yogurt) especially because he needs to pack on some pounds. another spoon fed food. Soon enough, I created a monster. He wants the mush now. He realizes it's a easier and a faster way to get full. He cries for it. I am hoping it's just a phase because I miss throwing long spears of different foods in front of him and watching him explore for awhile. I obviously cannot deny my baby mushed food, soups, purees when he's asking for them but I did like being able to just give him some of what I had. Tonight I did soup (carrot and sweet potato), then yogurt, then I gave him the spears to explore and that seemed to work. I hope I can continue feeding him what I eat because I am not ready to go into making food specifically for him when there is so much good food out there to explore and eat.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Funny Montreal Mama and Papa post on listserve

My explanation to my friends

Hi. You might remember me. You might not. Just in case, my name is Constance and yes, I'm still alive. I go by another name now too however. It's MAMA. Yes, I know it's been a while. We don't talk much anymore. It may be even months since we had our last conversation. But just so you know, I'm still here. And I'm still me.

I know I'm vague now when and if we talk. Things like, "yeah that sounds great, give me a call and I'll let you know" or " it's hard to get Everyone out the door on time but ill try" or even the all mighty " we're soooo broke now, maybe next time?" Seem to spill out of my mouth more often than not. I just wanted to let you know, it's all true. No money, no time, and no socializing. That's part of my life now. Not all of it, but yes, a big part of it. 

It's not as if I don't want to go to this awesome ladies night that has super cheap drinks and great dancing until 3 am. That sounds fucking awesome. Please, please invite me. Just a heads up; I will probably have to say no. Every fibre of my party girl from years gone by is screaming 'Yes! Yes! You can dance and drink all night! You love to do that! And you have those incredibly gorgeous heels you bought on an impulse 8 months ago THAT YOU'VE NEVER WORN what a perfect time to wear them! And you have a dress that will work so well. And your hair and make up will be perfection, come on! You got to go! ' 

And then the mom in me says

' Yeah, right. Go on, go dance all night. Drink up butter cup, lap that happy juice right up. You know what's going to happen if you do? Tomorrow, when you want to sleep in? He's going to wake up EXTRA early, just out of spite. You weren't here to put him to bed, he missed you. And your husband is going to pretend to still be asleep and not hear it. How can he not hear he screaming? he must be dead, or at least he better be because your hungover like youve never been before. Oh and by the way, while you we're out blowing off steam and having fun, your husband decided to cook. He used every single pot, pan, spoon, and glass in the cupboards. And he left them everywhere, have fun on you scavenger hunt because your kid found them first. Surprise! Duck confit for breakfast! Good luck getting grease out of you're bed sheets, that shits never coming out. And what's that smell? Oh, it's just his diaper; smeared all over his crib and on the rug. It's okay though. It's not like you paid a ridiculous amount of money for that stupid carpet that you can't vacuum because of the stupid robot vacuum that was supposed to make your life easier and takes 4 hours to do a room the size of a closet. And that pounding in your head? Just take 19 Advil and you'll feel better. Wash them down with old milk that he didn't finish. Enjoy, you just had breakfast too! That's just chewed up peanut butt toast In the bottom of the glass that he didn't want to eat. And don't forget to clean up the cat puke that your husband keeps stepping over pretending not to see after he got up an hour after you did. Still retching from cleaning up the shit bomb that went off in the baby's room? Have fun! Remember its only 9 am!" 

Yeah, that's my devil/angle on the shoulders battle I have every time you ask me out. The problem is i can't figure out which is which. The details aren't always the same, but that pretty much sums it up. 

But please, don't forget about me. I miss you. I miss the old me. Not that the new me isn't fantastic and amazing; I think I'm pretty much the same. I just have bigger things on my plate now. I'm "responsible" now for someone else's well being. That's some fucking scary shit right there. Me? Really? Who would have thunk it? But it's not all that hard......and at the same time it's almost impossible every day.

I do love being a mom though. It is pretty freaking amazing waking up to someone who is always ecstatic to start the day with you. Always happy and smiling, running to show me whatever. A bug this time maybe. Falling because he was too excited and ran too fast. Running to me crying to kiss it better and babbling in baby what I can only assume means ' It was the bugs fault I fell!' Then I kiss it better and the tears magically stop and the smiles come back and we look at the bug that he squashed when he fell on it. He's so amazing and wonderful and I would fight a genetically modified shark/bear/spider/zombie combo to the death for him. No questioned asked. And I would win. You know why? Because I have NEVER in my life loved something as much as this little suicide machine. He is my life now. No matter what, he comes first. 

And that's why I say no most of the time. Not because I've "changed" ( even though I have, but not like you think.) and not because I'm "different since I've had the baby" but because this little man, this little poop factory on two feet has made me realize that sometimes it's nice to sing someone to sleep (every night) or that waking up at god knows what hour means I get to spend more time with him. It is crazy how much you DO change but so much stays the same. 

So hey! Think of me! Call me, text me, Facebook me, whatever you gotta do! I will say yes; eventually. Please! I'm still me! I love to do everything you like to do, that we used to do together! I just have a lot less time to do it now. I need to squeeze a whole other life into mine, and hunny, that ain't easy. 

Sincerely, 
Constance.
P.s. for anyone who wants to use this as an explanation to their friends why MAMA can't go out, feel free. We've all been there

Monday, June 3, 2013

Parenting as solicited by my friends on Facebook

Every once in awhile my friends will send out a call for help on Facebook wondering about how to do something with their kids. I have even done this on occasion to ask about a product to buy, etc. It's like your own source of reviews from people you know and trust. Actually, as I type that out I am thinking I should really use Facebook more often for these kinds of questions. But no matter, I learn from my friends asking questions on facebook. Here is a list of some of my favorite responses that I may (try) to put into action one day (most of them from my friend who just became a foster parents...dove in head first). I've listed the advice by category and will add to it as posts arise. 

According to FB friends of friends: 
When traveling: 
-If your child is old enough, expose them to a new show and then have some episodes of that show for the plane
-Give your child a little treat/present every 30 mins on the flights
-Free toddler apps/games (like drawing and piano)


How to get your child to stay in their room until a certain time: 
-provide them with a list of activities that they can do before mom and dad get up. One suggestion: have them make their own breakfast with their own drawer that has their bowl, etc. 
-Reinforce good behavior and i quote
'Gotta find a high value "reward" to change behavior. Punishment is not the way we work and for her, might very well cause a whole host of other problems issues. We use positive reinforcement (paired with a neg consequence for neg/dangerous behavior sometimes). If you can find something really motivating, you can save that for following the rule. Loves to back brownies? Stay in your room till 6 a.m. get a brownie ticket. Get 3 tickets...bake brownies w mom! No baking brownies other times. Save high value activities and things for those times. You can't expect 100% compliance and you should take this in steps. If she usually wakes up at 4:30, don't expect 6 or 7 a.m., that's too long. Start with 5. There are plenty of good behavior mgmt books for parents, I know several have been mentioned. '


Consequences of rule breaking: 
-the 1-2-3 magic book to you? It's very helpful w incentivizing good behavior and curbing bad behavior. Until you get your hands on the book, when she breaks the rules, take away her favorite "things" or privileges (tv time, dress up time, etc.). Needs to happen directly after she breaks the rule so she associates the privilege being taken away.
-For us positive praise works so much better than negative discipline. There are situations of course we were need that but try to remember to focus on positive at other times. Before any situation (even the start of a day) we go over expected behaviors and when its over praise for following expectations. Reward charts also work great - stickers or for big things the chance to buy a toy, pick an outing, etc
-When we have bad behavior and rule breaking, I try to ask myself why the thing is happening - is it because they don't believe there will be consequences, or because their brain has somehow tweaked out and they can't get it together? At 5, for me, my answer to that question changes. My responses to behavior problems range from losing privileges to putting an overstimulated 5yo in a warm lavender bath or from (very) early bed time to rocking in the rocking chair with me to get a grip and re-center a little.

Monday, May 20, 2013

Anatomy of the Montreal Hipsters

While sharing some common traits such as ironic facial hair, love of fixed gear bicycles, and a eclectic outdated hobby, there is some variation to the hipster.

-High fashion hipster-there clothes are meant to look old school but definitely cost a bunch of money and every piece is completely thought out.

-Punk hipster-looks like they walked out of London in 1983. Lots of striped clothing, shredded pants, drapey shirts.  Throw in some neon and haircuts with random parts of their head shaved.

-Bohemian hipster (the majority of Montreal)-a bit more salt of the Earth. Thrift store clothing that never matches on purpose with a hint of Wasp/preppy. And definitely glasses to that are way too big for your face, which may be common to all hipster species. Love to bike and probably garden. And you kind of end up admiring them.

-Traditional Williamsburg Hipster-skinny jean, t-shirt that are too small but are too cool to pass up (too cool is likely something your mom would wear, think kittens or eagles). Adorned with formerly unique tattoos that everyone now has.

*the ultimate hipster dabbles in each of these categories.

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Small things for a good day: sleep, not my own

My little family traveled to LA for a family reunion a few weeks ago. We were really looking forward to seeing old friends and family. And we were actually looking forward to our babe getting used to Pacific time. The East coast babe went to bed at 545/6pm and woke up at 4am. Not sustainable. So we traveled and he was a champ on the plane. He even did good for the first few nights of sleep, although we had to pull him into bed. Sleep teaching knowledge says basically do whatever to survive while traveling. It's a new environment, new time zone for you and the babe. It can be tough.

But it was over 2 weeks of tough. Somewhere very early in the trip our kid started to get up every hour and a half. Which meant I had to be up every hour and a half. When your cousins and brothers are right next door, it's not the ideal place to let you kid cry and you feel bad anyway because it's all so new. And because he's a champ with all the strange faces (which happen to be his extended family) all during the day. So in true mama-bad-ass fashion I was up with him a lot. And nursed him to sleep in bed a lot. And may be he was teething because he did drool a lot but isn't that always the excuse? Then when we got home he was jet lagged and a bit sick, so we let it continue.

Just last night we let him cry a little. Insert heart break here. But we had to. He wasn't even going to sleep after I'd go in to help him once, twice, thrice! It was crazy. So it was a tough night. But then for some strange reason today his first two naps were like dreams. He went straight down and slept for an hour and a half for each. The third nap is not so good, but that's not the point. Without all the crying and all the drama about how are we gonna get this kid to sleep, I felt so rejuvenated! Even though I haven't slept more than an hour in weeks and last night was no different. Because there was no drama around sleep today I actually felt like I could go on. And I could be a happy mom and may be, kind of do this mama thing. It's the little things, isn't it? Okay, you're right. Sleep is a major thing.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Making friends as a mama

Making friends when you move somewhere new is always kind of tricky. It's kind of like dating. You meet someone cool/nice/interesting/funny/like you/not like you and you want to somehow get to know them more. How do you do that? Do you ask for their number? Email? Find them amongst your mutual friend's friends on Facebook? All of which I have done. You hope they don't think you're coming on to odd/strong/eager. And you hope they also need a friend because truth be told, so many time when we move some where, other people aren't looking for friends. They have their community and they are happy with it and are maintaining it.

It seems it gets both easier and harder when you become a mom/parent in a new place. Bam! You have something in common! The baby! Kind of like when you went to college/grad school in said city and found out you had all the same interests as everyone in your program/club. But a kid is almost better because it brings all sorts of different kinds of people and puts them into the same boat. Young mom, old moms, working moms, stay at home moms, athletic moms, deal shopping moms, moms who are carefree, moms who read every study--the mix is endless and kind of refreshing.

But the tricky part is that you are a new you. And one you don't know very well. You are trying to figure out how to be a mom, raise a baby, be a wife, be a friend, a sister, a daughter, a daughter-in-law, unemployed, employed, a striving to get back to running gal, etc. It's really hard to sort it all out because it turns out that the baby affects each and every part of you. Because my baby has such a hard time sleeping I also compound this with being really fuzzy. So when I meet new moms I feel like I can barely put thoughts together and finds words. I wish these people knew the old me. The one who talked about other things besides sleep. The one who had interesting and funny things to say. The one who thought she was going to be a different kind of mom but it turned out her kid had something else in mind. The one who did interesting things and tried fun activities. Lived for doing something just because it would make a good story. I guess I always just hope the moms will just like me enough to give me a chance. May be they'll relate, may be they'll feel sorry for me but whatever it is I long for friendships. Parenting can be a lonely gig. And stack that on top of a new country, new city and even a new language that prohibits you from time to time--phew! it can be a lot. But I am thankful this babe brings a new community of interesting people into my life and I am hoping to make just a few good friends even in my hazy state. To help my hazy state. Not too many, just a few. Enough to make me feel like someday someone would want to try to get my number.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

5 is fun

So some of my posts, especially as of late, have been a bit down. But I wanted to be sure to say that there is so much lovely stuff too! Our babe is 5.5 months and it's just so much fun. He absolutely loves to grab things--he'll see something a good distance away and want to grab it. And he loves to grab in a crawl like position (you can imagine crawling happening any day!), possibly because he's tummy time champion of the East. Our way of saying that he just loves hanging out on his tummy. He also loves to sit. He loves to put everything in his mouth, including his feet in his mouth and even suck on his toe right before his bath. He loves to put his hands out for his dog to lick. He loves to kick and kicks almost all of the water out of his little tub. He just started rolling by himself. He loves to coo and talk and even does so on the boob. He is really smiley and lights up when he sees his papa. It's as though you can watch him change every day. It's amazing! 5 months is fun!

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

living and adjusting to your new and many lives

As you grow older you naturally live a number of lives or wear a number of hats, so to speak. You are most likely first a daughter/son to your parents. And, if you lucky, you're also a sister. You are also a granddaughter, niece, cousin and other familial titles you may obtain. Then you become a friend. A student. Aa athlete/nerd/jock--whatever your school defined you as. A girlfriend. An employee. A boss, may be even. An activist. A singer. A writer. The labels and lives you lead are countless.

When you become a parent those lives that you lead before parenthood get all shaken up. Mostly, before I was a mama, I thought of myself in just a few ways. First, a wife. A sister. A friend. A passionate public health employee. A runner. Not very glamorous but if I am really honest with myself those are the titles I would really own. And I would try to add traveler in there.

When you have a baby this gets all mixed up-especially the wife role. My husband and I have always spent a lot of time together. We're lucky enough to work flexible jobs where we work odd weekends, nights, etc and possibly have some days free then. We enjoy spending time together, always have. It gets really complicated when as the primary care giver, which is me in this case, needs a break from it all. And certainly a break from the baby once in awhile. When you carry the label expat, this may be kind of hard. We can't just ask grandma to come and watch the kid for an hour while you go for a walk, sleep, head out to a cafe. So then I have to ask my husband to do it. The thing is, I like my husband and would want to be doing said activity with him. Thus this usual means that I end up doing whatever activity with baby and husband and thus not really getting a break. We need to adjust, we'll have to divide and conquer to save my sanity. But it does sadden me.

My energy is poured into my babe so I find it hard to connect with some friends. I call my family most weeks. I try to make time for walks, may be not runs, so I am more of a walker now. And I am even trying to maintain a public health hat. It's kind of exhausting.

How do you find the balance between old lives and new? I've always felt a big disconnect between all parts of my life, like I could put each into a little compartment. I think this is because there is very little continuity in my life. Until my husband, of course. But before then I lived in numerous places, doing various jobs and hanging out with all different people. I actually find it a bit sad sometimes. Yes, it's very adventurous and even may be even kind of sexy to live a life where you move every few years and have friends all over the world (I wouldnt trade the world wide friends part) but it's hard to remember it all. And now it's even harder because this life is challenging with a kid in tow. How do we now see those worldwide friends? Who is here in the now to help us in the hard time? And enjoy this with us?

My husband and I always long to live somewhere to sink roots in. We hoped Montreal would be that place. With all the French politics, I am not so sure. But it certainly does have potential. If you live an expat lifestyle, you may think the way I do and be overwhelmed by it all. Or perhaps you embrace the unknown, adventure side of it all of the time. But no matter, if you're a parent, you are certainly experiencing a serious adjustment to your hat collection, your labels and your multitude of lives. Hopefully, we come all out as an awesome parent, a good human being and a loving wife.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Getting a credit card in Canada

My husband and I stumbled on dumb luck for a credit card in Canada. We heard all of the stories where you had to pay the bank the amount of money that you wanted for your credit line. So if you wanted $1000 for your credit card, you had to pay the bank $1000. It's understandable why they do this--so Americans can't just drive across the border, open a credit card account, go on a spending spree and then leave!

So here's our tip:
While you're in America, open up an American Express account. We happened to have one because we use it for air miles. Then, once your here become a Costco member. It turns out that these 2 factors turn into a perfect equation because Costco members can open an American Express credit card account. I am not saying you'll be approved (that depends on your own credit history) but American Express is one of the only companies (that we've found) that will transfer your credit history to get a Canadian credit card (called AmEx Global Transfer).  Haven't left America yet? Get American Express now and make your life easier!  It's like the gateway credit card. Otherwise you'll be stuck with your bank card here and you won't be able to buy anything on-line and you won't earn miles or, in this case, Costco points for spending.

Now the catch is that American Express isn't taken everywhere but most big stores take it. And then once you've been here awhile, you'll have some credit and can apply for a Visa/Mastercard that are accepted more places.

You're not cheating the system at all, just being smart:) Happy (credit card) spending!

This is how Quebec welcomed us




Quebec’s War on English: Language Politics Intensify in Canadian Province


ROGERIO BARBOSA / AFP / GETTY IMAGES
Parti Quebecois leader Pauline Marois addresses supporters in Montreal on Sept. 4, 2012. One person was killed and another seriously wounded when a gunman opened fire during her speech.

To live in Quebec is to become accustomed to daily reminders that French in the Canadian province is the most regulated language in the world. Try, as I did recently, to shop at Anthropologie online and you’ll come up empty-handed. The retail chain (which bears a French name) opened its first Montreal boutique in October, but “due to the Charter of the French Language” has had its site shut down: “We hope you’ll visit us in store!” Montreal’s transit authority maintains that under the present language law, its ticket takers must operate in French, which lately has spurred complaints from passengers. Last year, the city of Montreal erected 60 English safety signs nearby Anglophone schools in an effort to slow passing vehicles. The Quebec Board of the French Language and its squad of inspectors ordered that they be taken down; a snowy drive through town revealed that all had been replaced by French notices.
Since the Parti Québécois (PQ), which calls for national sovereignty for Quebec, won a minority government in September, the reminders have become increasingly less subtle. In February, a language inspector cited the swank supper club Buonanotte, which occupies a stretch of St. Laurent Boulevard, Montreal’s cultural and commercial artery, for using Italian words like pasta on its otherwise French menu. The ensuing scandal, which has come to be known as “pastagate,” took social media by storm. “These are problems we had in the 1980s,” says restaurant owner Massimo Lecas. “They were over and done with; we could finally concentrate on the economy and fixing potholes. And then this new government brought them all back. These issues might never go away now, and that is a scary sort of future.”
It’s true: despite the nuisances and controversies generated by Bill 101, Quebec’s 1977 Charter of the French Language, the province had settled in the past years into a kind of linguistic peace. But tensions have mounted considerably since the separatist PQ returned to the fore. In the wake of pastagate, the language board allowed that its requests were maybe overzealous; the head of the organization resigned. And yet the PQ has prepared for the passage of Bill 14, a massive and massively controversial revision to Bill 101. The bill’s 155 proposed amendments go further than any previous measures have to legislate the use of French in Quebec. Most English speakers see the changes as having been designed to run them right out of the province.
“Definitely non-Francophone kids who are graduating are leaving,” says restaurateur Lecas. “If you don’t have a mortgage yet, if you’re not married yet, if you don’t own a business yet, it’s like, ‘I’m so outta here.’ But leaving is not the solution because when you leave, they win.” In a poll conducted by the research company EKOS in January, 42% of the Anglophones surveyed said they’ve considered quitting Quebec since the PQ was elected.
If Bill 14 passes, military families living in Quebec but liable to be relocated at any time will no longer be permitted to send their children to English-language schools. Municipalities whose Anglophone inhabitants make up less than 50% of their populations will lose their bilingual status, meaning, among other things, that residents won’t be able to access government documents in English. For the first time, companies with 25 to 49 workers will be required to conduct all business in French, a process set to cost medium-size businesses $23 million. French speakers interested in attending English-language colleges will take a backseat to Anglophone applicants. The language inspectors will be able to instantly search and seize potentially transgressive records, files, books and accounts, where currently they can only “request” documents that they believe aren’t in accordance with the law. And no longer will they grant a compliance period. As soon as a person or business is suspected of an offense, “appropriate penal proceedings may be instituted.”
Jamie Rosenbluth of JR Bike Rental is among the business owners who’ve had run-ins with the ever more bold language board, which already has the authority to impose fines and, in extreme cases, shut enterprises down. A month ago, an inspector asked him to translate the Spanish novelty posters that paper his shop and increase the size of the French writing on his bilingual pricing list by 30%. Says Rosenbluth: “I told her, ‘You want me to make the French words 30% bigger? O.K., how about I charge French-speaking people 30% more?’ It is so silly. Are they 30% better than me? Are they 30% smarter than me?” Since the encounter, he has covered the offending posters with placards of his own that say, in French, “Warning: Non-French sign below. Read at your own discretion.”
The PQ is trying to reassure its separatist base of its seriousness as a defender of Quebecois identity. To pass Bill 14, it will need the support of at least one of the province’s two primary opposition parties. In other words, if the bill doesn’t succeed, Premier Pauline Marois of the PQ will be able to hold the opposition accountable and remain a hero to the hard-liners. The PQ knows that, in its present incarnation, it will never drastically expand its core of support, but it can galvanize its troops. Some of those supporters rallied together in Montreal last month to protest “institutional bilingualism” and champion the bill. Cheers and applause resounded when journalist Pierre Dubuc called out: “If someone can’t ask for a metro ticket in French, let them walk.”
Public hearings on Bill 14 began in early March at the National Assembly in Quebec City and are ongoing. “I can tell you that if someone came to Côte-St.-Luc to tell us we would lose our bilingual status, you will have chaos, you will have opposition of people you wouldn’t think of who will take to the streets,” testified Anthony Housefather, mayor of the municipality of Côte-St.-Luc, on the first day. “People are scared, people are very scared.” By the time Quebec’s largest Anglophone school board, Lester B. Pearson, came forward on March 19, it had already collected 32,000 signatures on a petition against the bill. “There are many ways of protecting French, and coercion isn’t one of them,” says Simo Kruyt, a member of the board’s central parent committee. “Fourteen of our schools have closed over the past seven years. We are getting fed up. We are getting tired of having to fight to be who we are. English is the language of commerce and we parents believe we are part of a world that’s larger than Quebec.”
It’s hard yet to say if the bill will make it through. The opposition Liberals have flat-out refused to support the legislation. The Coalition Avenir Québec, which holds the balance, has said that it might — if certain of the more controversial measures are “improved.” In fact, the Coalition has only come out against four sections of Bill 14, and these don’t include the provisions that would give the dreaded language inspectors new and extraordinary powers. In the face of such antagonism, it’s no wonder some are leaving. Kruyt’s eldest son, a bilingual 27-year-old engineer, is preparing to relocate to Ottawa, the Canadian capital that sits near Quebec’s western border. Says Kruyt: “There, they’ll appreciate his French and won’t hammer him because of his English.”



Read more: http://world.time.com/2013/04/08/quebecs-war-on-english-language-politics-intensify-in-canadian-province/#ixzz2QAdtHqmu

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

ohmigod: I look like the dead.

My labor and delivery was pretty long--somewhere over 36 hours. But it all went smooth until just after my baby was born and rushed off to the NICU. He was in the hospital for 12 days. I never felt so exhausted in my entire life. We had just moved to Montreal and barely knew a soul. We were spending very long days at the hospital, coming home for dinner and sleep and then would do it all over again. I would pump at home and produce no milk. I would pump at the hospital and get just a little. It was sad, hard, overwhelming.  My husband describes it as thinking of the most stressful time of your life (a job, final exams, sickness of a relative) and never getting a break from it. And then bringing home a new baby. Woof!
I haven't had more than 5 hours of sleep a night in almost 6 months. And 5 hours is a high estimate. I am always on high alert and hear every sound my baby makes, as most moms probably do. I kind of feel like I never really sleep. Sleep was hard the first 3 months and we were also adjusting as new parents. Month 4 sleep was even harder. My baby wanted to boob from 1am-6am most days and I couldn't sleep like that even when lying down. I would go in and out of bad sleep. I would look at myself and the bags under my eyes--ugh!
And then we started teaching to sleep and the sleep hasn't gotten better for me. It's gotten much better for my baby though, which is what matters. I get up 3 times a night to dream feed bc my babe is a wee guy. That's not the problem. The problem is that I hate this sleep training. It's been 9 nights and I'd say only 3 have them have been really good. A handful okay with just an hour of crying. And a handful with lots of crying. The crying is what gets me. I feel like an awful parent. I actually feel kind of like a werewolf transforming when he cries--it's like a I get a tick that won't stop. I can't handle it. It's in my genetic make up as a mama, I suppose. And it's just who I am. I tell my husband that I can never do this again and I don't know if I could have kid #2 because of it. I am a sissy and parenting is not for sissies. It's so hard for me to relax afterwards so that also affects my sleep. I wake up with every tiny cry and sigh out, I am on hyper alert. But my husband swears it's for the best. And I do think it has helped our baby sleep. I am not sure I would recommend it to other parents. Most say 'It takes 3 nights.' I am here to say that is not the case with our baby. it's hard. I'll let you know if it ever pays off. And I will continue to look like a puffy eyed zombie. No wonder women can't loose those pregnant pounds.  I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy. Wow, sleep is important for all.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Parenting: not for sissies. Teaching to sleep

After talking to many parents and friends, we decided we really needed to help our baby sleep better. He was having a hard time at night but when the naps in the stroller and carrier even got bad, we knew we needed to do something. This post follows the first 3 days of our sleep teaching (aka sleep training and some CIO method). Almost all of the parents we know, with a few exceptions, have used this method and recommend it. We understand there are a million different approaches. There are pros and cons to every approach. But my husband and I decided to use the Sleep Easy method so that our baby can sleep better, be happier and grow. And so we can be better, more rested parents.

Tips for sleep teaching:
-Use a stop watch because the minutes feel like eternities when you watch the clock. When you can see the seconds move, it seems better somehow.
-Have something to do to distract you a bit, like laundry to fold.
-Best to have some meals prepared or easy ones to make, kind of like when the babe first came home, because you don't feel like making an elaborate meal.
-Have a friend to email or call so you can report progress and get support. I've emailed my good friend and my brother.
-if you are dream feeding, I found the use of a smart phone to be helpful because I could set 3 different alarms at one time, instead of having to change the alarm during the night

Night 1:
We prepped our baby's room to make it dark with white noise and nothing in or around the crib to stimulate him. We did our usual bedtime routine (bath, book, boob, bottle with a little lullabye as we put him down) and put him in his own crib in his own room for the first time. We have our station all ready to record the crying and the check ins. We have decadent ice cream in the freezer.  25 minutes of babbling and the baby may have just fell asleep (don't want to write it to jinx it!). But we'll see how the night goes! Stay tuned...

The night went okay. Our babe woke up 3 or 4 times. The crying was really hard. He definitely woke up with a sleep cycle. Which his lack of being able to go through a sleep cycle is what brought us here, teaching him. He would often wake up just before I was going in to dream feed him. I would then have to wait until he stopped crying and was sleeping for 15 mins. Then I would go in. The crying made my heart bleed. I told my husband at one point that it was almost harder than the birth! He woke up at 5am and didn't fall back asleep from then. We didn't know if it was okay to go in when we was crying to pick him up (youre just supposed to sooth him verbally), but because the book said you could do this for naps, we decided it was okay for sleep.

Day 1:
We are working on napping today. It's supposed to be even harder than the night sleep. Shockingly, our boy has done pretty well. He fell asleep for all 3 naps. The last half of the  first one he cried. The second one he slept an hour and 45 mins. Now when I say cry, I actually mean cry, then babble, then coo, then cry. Because you could tell he was soothing in some way, we didn't go in to check on him often because it was obvious he was getting the hang of it.

Night 2:
Our babe cried for about 28 mins with a check in before falling asleep. He almost slept the entire night through! He had 3 cry outs but they only lasted about a minute (9pm, 12, 3), with the 3 o'clock one being a tiny bit longer. I went in to dream feed 3 times. He squawked a tiny bit at 534am and then at 6am we heard him cooing--11 hours after bedtime so we went in to praise him. He did so well and we felt so much more rested. I don't even feel like I need a nap today, whereas yesterday and most days I've felt like a complete brain dead zombie.


Day 2:
If my husband wasn't here, I would certainly go in to check on the baby more often and may be even cave in. It is so hard to hear your baby cry. I have said multiple times that it's worse than child birth-it's easier to deal with your own pain, rather than someone else's, especially your baby's. Our babe cried for about 20 mins for the first nap today and then fell asleep. it is so hard to have him cry but he does just seem so much more well rested and chipper. He was a happy baby before but he seems like he can sustain and play longer now. We are dotting on him all day long. Playing and almost never putting him down. Naps were bad all day. I lost all stamina to handle the crying. It was basically 30 mins of sleep and 30 mins of crying for each nap. And a very tired but sweet baby at the end of the day.

Night 3:
We put our babe down at 7pm and a cry of 10 secs, then sleep. We'll see how the rest of the night goes. The night was horrible. I woke up at 1230 to feed our baby. As I was using the bathroom-he woke up! you can't go in to feed him when he cries bc it sends mixed signals. Seriously, if he could've held out for 2 mins! Sadly, so sadly, like so hard to endure sadly, he cried for an hour and a half! He calmed for 8 mins many times, but couldn't quite get there. So after the third or fourth time he was calming for his 8 mins, I went in. Instead of waiting 10-15 mins like the book said. It's hard to time his feeds-I feel like they influence his sleep cycles so it doesn't matter if we shift him.

So glad that I am not working right now in an office. I couldn't imagine having him cry at night and then rushing him off to day care. I just want to snuggle and play with him all day.

Day 3:
I will finish this post out by writing about our naps today and then I'll stop the woes and wonders that is sleep training. I wish all parents luck in their sleep endeavors!

First nap: lots and lots of crying. We checked in on him every 15 mins, my husband did because we're afraid mama coming in will equate to eating. We could barely handle it. I wrote an email to my friend asking how she could possibly cope! And just as we were getting ready to go in an praise him and a good try for sleeping--he fell asleep 3 minutes before the hour!

Nap 2: He went down 2.5 hours after he awoke but his whole nap schedule was off since he cried in the night. He woke up an hour later than usual--with a time frame of 12 hours at night, instead of 11. but still staying within the book suggestions to let him sleep for 12 hours. he fell asleep 8-10 mins in. and then 20 mins later a little cough woke him up:( he cried the rest of the nap time hour. naps are hard!

nap 3: we did this nap early about 1.5 hours after the last nap, since it was so bad and it was getting late in the day. he feel asleep after 10 mins. we let him sleep and then got him up so it wasn't too close to his bed time.

and so goes the tales of our nap and sleep woes. i doubt this post encourages anyone to do this. but at least it's an honest reflection of what you're experience may be like. we may have a particularly bullheaded kid, like his parents, and perhaps you'll have an easier sleeper. but don't count on it. welcome to this side of parenthood-one we never thought about and you probably never did too!

post script: night 4 slept through the night without a peep:)