After going out of town, the kids clearly suffered from what we decided to call Post Vacation Disorder (PVD). They whined, cried, refused to eat, and generally tried to will us back to vacation where they got to eat whatever they wanted and were lavished with attention. (While PVD is annoying for us, I can't say that I blame them. I would love to eat whatever I wanted and have attention lavished on me.)
What we didn't realize was that PVD can also refer to Post Visitor Disorder. Last weekend my parents were in town in honor of R's birthday, and we had a fabulous time. The kids got to eat whatever they wanted and were lavished with attention. And they have been absolutely horrible ever since.
We last saw my parents on Monday evening, and by Tuesday, the boys decided to cry all day. Yes, all day. Jeff wasn't even able to get them to stop crying to take naps. Instead, he had to put them in their beds and let them wail until they passed out.
As a result of the drama, I did have a truly fun greeting when I got home from work on Tuesday. Last week, the boys were still technically immobile. On Friday, L started crawling. On Saturday, M figured out his own version of forward locomotion. Rather than crawl, he moves his whole body up and down in a forward motion. He basically looks like he's doing the worm.
I guess M was done with his dad and the madness, because when I walked in on Tuesday, he power-wormed the 30 or so feet from the living room to the front door before reaching up for cuddles. I couldn't resist.
I scooped him up, which just encouraged L to cry harder since I was cheating on him with another baby. We then attempted one of their favorite activities. I call it "recreate the womb" and I sit down and hold both boys in my lap. They stand and hit and bash each other and me, and in all its violence, they are content because everyone is touching and it IS just like the womb. But, on Tuesday, it did nothing.
Jeff had actually managed to start dinner despite the crying, and so while it cooked, I made a quick trip to the library with the boys. (We realized we had turned in a DVD case on Monday without the DVD inside. We ended up getting fined $2 for being one day late for one DVD. Ridiculous!!!) The boys were FINE the whole time. Happy, even. So we had hope.
We shouldn't have, because Tuesday night was horrible. They were overtired and exhausted from crying all day. Their teeth seemed to be hurting too. Wednesday was more of the same. So was Wednesday night. When I left for work on Thursday morning, both boys were sitting in the pack and play, surrounded by toys, and crying. Jeff was sitting on the couch and he looked like he was ready to cry too.
So I spent much of the day fretting about the situation. Finally concluded that the boys were mostly overtired and were also doing with a healthy amount of separation anxiety. Came home ready to plan. The parents may have lost a few battles, but we would win the war! I was all ready to rally. And it turns out the boys had a great day. Go figure.
But we are not done with drama just yet. Last night I went to the parent meeting for R's preschool (more on that to come, promise!), and the boys cried the whole time I was gone. Rough night too. But we are not done yet. The parents will win and the boys will be happy again. Whether they like it or not!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Generation Gap
R, L, and I were in the car on Sunday when "Ball and Chain" by Janis Joplin came on. It had just ended when we got home. As I was getting R out of the car she asked, "What wrong with song?" I told her there was nothing wrong with the song, and told her the title and who it's by. So then she asked, "What wrong with lady singing?" I said that's just how she sang. R had to think about that one for awhile.
M Man
In thinking back, it's hard to remember that until they were five months old, M was the more difficult child. He did not want to sleep alone. He wanted to sleep in bed with us, preferably face down. He was in constant motion and got really angry if we tried to do something silly like swaddle him or tuck him in. We were still trying to figure out his sensitive belly, and he was always miserable due to gas or constipation. And he seemed to be slower to catch on to thing, but when he got them, he really mastered the new skill.
But things have really changed. These days, he is a relatively happy, easy-going guy. He keeps himself on a schedule, and if you mess with the schedule, there is hell to pay. But meet his needs, and he does just fine.
I've been so busy writing about the other two, that I haven't had a chance to write about some of the great things M does. He has become the chattier one. His words, said in his own special way, include mom, hi, and yum. He was calling me "eh-mahm," and I was hearing it lots when he was upset. In the last two days, he has started referring to me as "mahhhm" which was his sis's favorite way of calling me as well. He says "hi" whenever Jeff or I walk into the house. We also occasionally hear it when he wakes up for the day or from a nap. And "yum" is one of his favorite words. Anything edible is yum, and the word can be heard frequently when he is in his high chair.
And the boy loves to eat. Over the weekend he figured out how to feed himself Cheerios. This is huge! While L will happily sit in his high chair and chew on a baby spoon or use a couple of spoons as drumsticks, if M is in his high chair, he wants to eat. Due to space limitations, the boys' high chairs are situated directly behind my seat at the table, and I have spent a good part of the last 6 weeks facing backward so I can shovel baby food at the boys in an effort to keep the M man happy. Now he can feed himself for part of the meal.
When meals are over, M tries to take off his own bib. The boys have a few bibs that fasten on the side of the neck rather than at the back. These are designed to make things easier for parents. We're learning that they also make it easier for babies to remove them and should be avoided at all costs on nights when we know he'll end up finger painting with sweet potato and pea purees. Last Sunday I also noticed that after M took off his bib, he tried to unbuckle himself too. While I appreciate the fact that he wants to be independent, he doesn't need to be quite that independent!
All the food he is eating helps fule his motion. After weeks of only moving in revense, on Sunday afternoon he finally started crawling forward. He was supposed to be napping, and I was sorting a huge stack of old bills and documents on the living room floor. Rather than going to sleep while I worked, M screamed until I took him out of his crib. I then put him down to play on the other side of the living room while I sorted. Apparently all those piles of paper were the incentive he needed to finally go forward. He charged at my papers and had lots of fun destroying them. I have to admit, watching him was a lot more fun than organizing bills.
I think my absolute favorite thing about him right now are his kisses. Without us prompting him, he learned to give kisses. Now I get a big, sloppy, open-mouthed baby kiss when I get home from work and when he goes to bed at night. What is there not to love about that?
But things have really changed. These days, he is a relatively happy, easy-going guy. He keeps himself on a schedule, and if you mess with the schedule, there is hell to pay. But meet his needs, and he does just fine.
I've been so busy writing about the other two, that I haven't had a chance to write about some of the great things M does. He has become the chattier one. His words, said in his own special way, include mom, hi, and yum. He was calling me "eh-mahm," and I was hearing it lots when he was upset. In the last two days, he has started referring to me as "mahhhm" which was his sis's favorite way of calling me as well. He says "hi" whenever Jeff or I walk into the house. We also occasionally hear it when he wakes up for the day or from a nap. And "yum" is one of his favorite words. Anything edible is yum, and the word can be heard frequently when he is in his high chair.
And the boy loves to eat. Over the weekend he figured out how to feed himself Cheerios. This is huge! While L will happily sit in his high chair and chew on a baby spoon or use a couple of spoons as drumsticks, if M is in his high chair, he wants to eat. Due to space limitations, the boys' high chairs are situated directly behind my seat at the table, and I have spent a good part of the last 6 weeks facing backward so I can shovel baby food at the boys in an effort to keep the M man happy. Now he can feed himself for part of the meal.
When meals are over, M tries to take off his own bib. The boys have a few bibs that fasten on the side of the neck rather than at the back. These are designed to make things easier for parents. We're learning that they also make it easier for babies to remove them and should be avoided at all costs on nights when we know he'll end up finger painting with sweet potato and pea purees. Last Sunday I also noticed that after M took off his bib, he tried to unbuckle himself too. While I appreciate the fact that he wants to be independent, he doesn't need to be quite that independent!
All the food he is eating helps fule his motion. After weeks of only moving in revense, on Sunday afternoon he finally started crawling forward. He was supposed to be napping, and I was sorting a huge stack of old bills and documents on the living room floor. Rather than going to sleep while I worked, M screamed until I took him out of his crib. I then put him down to play on the other side of the living room while I sorted. Apparently all those piles of paper were the incentive he needed to finally go forward. He charged at my papers and had lots of fun destroying them. I have to admit, watching him was a lot more fun than organizing bills.
I think my absolute favorite thing about him right now are his kisses. Without us prompting him, he learned to give kisses. Now I get a big, sloppy, open-mouthed baby kiss when I get home from work and when he goes to bed at night. What is there not to love about that?
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Birthday Drama Epilogue????
R has been carefully studying the books Elmo's Birthday and the Berenstain Bears and Too Much Birthday. After careful consideration, and with no prodding from us, she has determined that she will have kids at her birthday party when she is, "a little bit older," like, "when me turn 4!" So we are off the hook for one more year. Phew!
Today we did go out and buy party supplies. Her birthday isn't for another
week, but we have guests coming in next weekend so I thought we'd shop while we could. You know those themed birthday party supplies? Matching cups, plates, banners, streamers, balloons, etc.? R would have none of that. While we are not having a green birthday and avoiding paper products (I chose to pick my battles!), R did pick out only what she liked. So there are Hello Kitty plates, Disney Princess cups, and we almost got Elmo party hats. Her individualism makes me smile!
Today we did go out and buy party supplies. Her birthday isn't for another
week, but we have guests coming in next weekend so I thought we'd shop while we could. You know those themed birthday party supplies? Matching cups, plates, banners, streamers, balloons, etc.? R would have none of that. While we are not having a green birthday and avoiding paper products (I chose to pick my battles!), R did pick out only what she liked. So there are Hello Kitty plates, Disney Princess cups, and we almost got Elmo party hats. Her individualism makes me smile!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Worst Mommy EVER
We all have our strengths and weaknesses. One of my weaknesses is I completely suck at making friends. I really do. Others meet new people and make plans and hang out together. That somehow never happens for me.
But this isn't a pity party. I really am okay with it, because when I meet someone I click with, we REALLY click. Over the years I've collected a small group of really close friends, and while I may have longed for a gaggle of girlfriends in junior high, I like this arrangement. So much less drama this way.
So it's no real surprise that when we moved to Wilmington I didn't instantly make friends. It didn't help that between work and taking care of R and growing two more babies I didn't have the energy to really get out to meet people. And with the cost of moving here and saving up to buy a house and paying for those two babies I was growing, we didn't really have money for me to get out and do much either.
But in the age of internet and free long distance calls on cell phones, it didn't seem to matter. I still emailed or chatted with my two best friends daily. I didn't think this little quirk about me had any impact on anyone else. Until recently.
Due to my lack of friends, since we moved here, R hasn't been on a single play date. I've always felt bad about that (although obviously not bad enough to really do anything about it thinking it would eventually take care of itself). At her birthday party last year, she was the only kid. No silly hats, no goofy games. Just a bunch of grown ups. As horrible as I felt, I rationalized that she was only turning two. I knew for sure things would be different by this year, but, with her third birthday looming, they are the same. (I do actually have a friend in Wilmington now, but her little one is only two months old and a bit of a lump. I suppose we could play pin-the-tail on the baby, but that's about it for party games.)
Lately, R has been very stressed out and a bit melancholy. I think she is pretty anxious about starting school and having to use the potty there and making friends. She was particularly sad the other night, so I asked her what was wrong. It never occurred to me that her third birthday was contributing to the stress. Our conversation:
Me: What's wrong?
She curled away from me and hid her head, so I asked again. She finally mumbled a response.
R: Need another gehhhl.
Me: You need another girl?
R: Yeah.
Me: What for?
R: For me birthday. (Despite the sadness, I laugh inside at her pirate-speak every time. It's actually the result of too much Dora the Explorer and confusing "mi" in Spanish for "my" in English.)
I had to think about this one. I finally figured it out.
Me: What? Do you need another girl for your birthday party?
R: (hopeful) Yeah!
Me: (feeling like I've just been kicked) I'm sorry, sweetie. We don't know any girls to come to your birthday party...but you'll go to school soon and you can meet some other kids there.
I can't remember exactly what she said, but I remember she was very excited about taking her lunchbox to school. That's when I had to break the news that she wouldn't be eating lunch at preschool; she would have to come home for lunch. That didn't go over too well. So I changed the subject back to (gulp) her birthday.
I mentioned that everyone in her family would be here for her birthday and even her grandparents would be here. That's when she asked (hopeful again) if the sons of my two best friends, who each live hundreds of miles away, would be there. I sighed and told her no.
Worst mommy EVER.
But this isn't a pity party. I really am okay with it, because when I meet someone I click with, we REALLY click. Over the years I've collected a small group of really close friends, and while I may have longed for a gaggle of girlfriends in junior high, I like this arrangement. So much less drama this way.
So it's no real surprise that when we moved to Wilmington I didn't instantly make friends. It didn't help that between work and taking care of R and growing two more babies I didn't have the energy to really get out to meet people. And with the cost of moving here and saving up to buy a house and paying for those two babies I was growing, we didn't really have money for me to get out and do much either.
But in the age of internet and free long distance calls on cell phones, it didn't seem to matter. I still emailed or chatted with my two best friends daily. I didn't think this little quirk about me had any impact on anyone else. Until recently.
Due to my lack of friends, since we moved here, R hasn't been on a single play date. I've always felt bad about that (although obviously not bad enough to really do anything about it thinking it would eventually take care of itself). At her birthday party last year, she was the only kid. No silly hats, no goofy games. Just a bunch of grown ups. As horrible as I felt, I rationalized that she was only turning two. I knew for sure things would be different by this year, but, with her third birthday looming, they are the same. (I do actually have a friend in Wilmington now, but her little one is only two months old and a bit of a lump. I suppose we could play pin-the-tail on the baby, but that's about it for party games.)
Lately, R has been very stressed out and a bit melancholy. I think she is pretty anxious about starting school and having to use the potty there and making friends. She was particularly sad the other night, so I asked her what was wrong. It never occurred to me that her third birthday was contributing to the stress. Our conversation:
Me: What's wrong?
She curled away from me and hid her head, so I asked again. She finally mumbled a response.
R: Need another gehhhl.
Me: You need another girl?
R: Yeah.
Me: What for?
R: For me birthday. (Despite the sadness, I laugh inside at her pirate-speak every time. It's actually the result of too much Dora the Explorer and confusing "mi" in Spanish for "my" in English.)
I had to think about this one. I finally figured it out.
Me: What? Do you need another girl for your birthday party?
R: (hopeful) Yeah!
Me: (feeling like I've just been kicked) I'm sorry, sweetie. We don't know any girls to come to your birthday party...but you'll go to school soon and you can meet some other kids there.
I can't remember exactly what she said, but I remember she was very excited about taking her lunchbox to school. That's when I had to break the news that she wouldn't be eating lunch at preschool; she would have to come home for lunch. That didn't go over too well. So I changed the subject back to (gulp) her birthday.
I mentioned that everyone in her family would be here for her birthday and even her grandparents would be here. That's when she asked (hopeful again) if the sons of my two best friends, who each live hundreds of miles away, would be there. I sighed and told her no.
Worst mommy EVER.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Muppet Madness
Haneen and Karim are two of the Muppet stars in "Shara'a Simsim," the Palestinian version of "Sesame Street."Hurray for Muppets!
http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/
Aha!
When it comes to sleeping, we've been having to look at L's relative success. We've been focusing on little milestones to keep from bashing our heads in. On Sunday night he actually asked to go to sleep. I was holding him and he started arching his back. I laid him down, expecting disaster. But instead, he went right to sleep.
On Monday night he did not go to sleep so easily, but he did sleep in his own bed for a two hour stretch and for a three hour stretch. This might be the most sleep he's ever had outside of a baby swing.
Then on Tuesday I decided to check askdrsears.com one more time for sleep articles. As it turns out, I realized I hadn't read the one entitled 5 Reasons Why High-Need Infants Sleep Differently. As I read it, everything seemed very familiar. So I decided to do a little more research on high needs babies.
You know how Oprah discusses Aha! moments? This was mine. It was seriously like a light bulb had been turned on. L is not a bad baby. We are not bad parents. L is just a high needs baby!
The whole term "high needs baby" doesn't imply that there is anything wrong with him, it's just a group of personality traits. High needs babies cannot self soothe. Just can't. So you can't leave them to cry because they will not stop crying. They have a hard time going to sleep and a hard time staying asleep. They are easily stimulated. (Really easily stimulated based on our experience!) They eat frequently. Really frequently. They want to be held ALL THE TIME. Unless they are having a mood swing in which they decided they want to be DOWN - NOW. And they can turn at the drop of the hat.
But, and this is huge, IF you meet their needs, they grow out of this. They are only asking for what they need at the time. There is hope for the future.
So, armed with this knowledge, we have approached the last two nights differently. If L asks for his swing, he gets his swing. He may be eight months old, but he is still well within the weight limit for it. And in his swing, he has slept. Tuesday night he only got up twice. Last night he didn't do as well, but M woke him up one time (remember, easily stimulated!) and Max may have woken him up another. But I think the biggest changes is our attitude. Suddenly it doesn't seem so bad. We are not the first parents to have a child that needs to be held. Nor are we the first that has a child that cannot be left with a sitter. And we realize that this too shall pass!
On Monday night he did not go to sleep so easily, but he did sleep in his own bed for a two hour stretch and for a three hour stretch. This might be the most sleep he's ever had outside of a baby swing.
Then on Tuesday I decided to check askdrsears.com one more time for sleep articles. As it turns out, I realized I hadn't read the one entitled 5 Reasons Why High-Need Infants Sleep Differently. As I read it, everything seemed very familiar. So I decided to do a little more research on high needs babies.
You know how Oprah discusses Aha! moments? This was mine. It was seriously like a light bulb had been turned on. L is not a bad baby. We are not bad parents. L is just a high needs baby!
The whole term "high needs baby" doesn't imply that there is anything wrong with him, it's just a group of personality traits. High needs babies cannot self soothe. Just can't. So you can't leave them to cry because they will not stop crying. They have a hard time going to sleep and a hard time staying asleep. They are easily stimulated. (Really easily stimulated based on our experience!) They eat frequently. Really frequently. They want to be held ALL THE TIME. Unless they are having a mood swing in which they decided they want to be DOWN - NOW. And they can turn at the drop of the hat.
But, and this is huge, IF you meet their needs, they grow out of this. They are only asking for what they need at the time. There is hope for the future.
So, armed with this knowledge, we have approached the last two nights differently. If L asks for his swing, he gets his swing. He may be eight months old, but he is still well within the weight limit for it. And in his swing, he has slept. Tuesday night he only got up twice. Last night he didn't do as well, but M woke him up one time (remember, easily stimulated!) and Max may have woken him up another. But I think the biggest changes is our attitude. Suddenly it doesn't seem so bad. We are not the first parents to have a child that needs to be held. Nor are we the first that has a child that cannot be left with a sitter. And we realize that this too shall pass!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Now Accepting Reservations...
Although we got off to a late start, our bed and breakfast has officially opened for the season. Last weekend we welcomed our first guests, our friends Liz and Andy. They drove up from Atlanta with their boys who are two-years and eight weeks. Yup, they traveled with an eight-week-old baby. As my boss said, "They're as crazy as you! Traveling with ones that little..." and then she shook her head. Perhaps that's why we've been friends so long - mutual insanity!
To an outside observer, the weekend was probably utter chaos given that the petite princess was the oldest of the five children in the house. But honestly, it was the best weekend Jeff and I have had in a long time. Definitely the best weekend since the boys have been born. (We've had good moments, but never a good weekend.) We mostly just kicked back and had a great time.
On Saturday at R's request (i.e. demand), we put the kiddie pool in the backyard. She and their oldest had a great time that morning splashing and running around. It turns out that he likes pouring water from one container to another as much as she does, so they were content for quite a long time with just some old yogurt containers, measuring cups, and random plastic containers from the hospital. After his morning nap, M wanted in on the fun, so he and I even joined them in our massive, 4' diameter pool for awhile. I haven't seen the pictures yet (I'm kinda scared) but I'm sure we looked pretty hilarious all scrunched into that little pool.
The kids actually all took afternoon naps, and even I was even able to sleep awhile. It was heavenly. We were able to make fajitas for dinner before we started the group's bedtime madness. It's all hazy now, but I think we were even able to enjoy some grown up time with just their itty-bitty before passing out for the night.
On Sunday, we had a Big Adventure. We took everyone to the beach. All of us. Although we lacked baby beach supplies, they came armed with a giant beach tent that provided shelter on three sides, and we were able to pop all three babies in there. They all played in there, mostly happily, the whole time we there. Jeff and I were as delighted as our boys to discover that they sit really well in the sand, so we kinda scooped out spots for them. L especially sat and played almost the whole time.
Meanwhile the big ones were in the water. They couldn't get enough. At one point, Jeff was off swimming, and we had all the kids up near the tent. I was busy with a baby and realized I hadn't heard from R in awhile. That's when I looked up and saw her - she was a good 50 yards away and getting dangerously close to the water. Apparently she as going to head right on in by herself. I took off running and reached her just before she got there. She didn't seem phased...perhaps she has become a bit too independent!
With all the adults in the house, we were actually able to cook again on Sunday night (real food two days in a row!) and had a fabulous lasagna dinner. For the night, R was no longer eating any of the components of the meal, but these things happen. The rest of it enjoyed it.
After dinner, we watched the movie Cars, which is their little boy's favorite movie of all time. R had never seen it, and in typical fashion, she asked a million questions. At one point, Andy gave up and just began narrating the movie. This was good. Unfortunately, by this time I was exhausted (I had only slept 3-4 hours Saturday night) and not a lot of fun, but as Jeff said, "I'm so used to it, I didn't notice anything was different."
The biggest reason for my grumpy mama bear behavior is that L has not been sleeping. At all. He has been getting up to check on things a lot, sometimes once an hour. So we decided this had to end. We flirted with the cry-it-out method, but I just couldn't get into it. It just feels so wrong. And it didn't seem to work with him. Where we used it (reluctantly on my part) with his two siblings, and they did fine, L prefers to scream until he vomits. No kidding. So our newest strategy is from a book called The No Cry Sleep Solution. No word yet on its effectiveness, but at least we are trying.
And we need our sleep. Not only to function, but so we can actually enjoy all the guests at our crazy little hotel this fall. In the next two months, we will be visited by my parents, Jeff's parents, and Alex and Reiko. Crazy times!
To an outside observer, the weekend was probably utter chaos given that the petite princess was the oldest of the five children in the house. But honestly, it was the best weekend Jeff and I have had in a long time. Definitely the best weekend since the boys have been born. (We've had good moments, but never a good weekend.) We mostly just kicked back and had a great time.
On Saturday at R's request (i.e. demand), we put the kiddie pool in the backyard. She and their oldest had a great time that morning splashing and running around. It turns out that he likes pouring water from one container to another as much as she does, so they were content for quite a long time with just some old yogurt containers, measuring cups, and random plastic containers from the hospital. After his morning nap, M wanted in on the fun, so he and I even joined them in our massive, 4' diameter pool for awhile. I haven't seen the pictures yet (I'm kinda scared) but I'm sure we looked pretty hilarious all scrunched into that little pool.
The kids actually all took afternoon naps, and even I was even able to sleep awhile. It was heavenly. We were able to make fajitas for dinner before we started the group's bedtime madness. It's all hazy now, but I think we were even able to enjoy some grown up time with just their itty-bitty before passing out for the night.
On Sunday, we had a Big Adventure. We took everyone to the beach. All of us. Although we lacked baby beach supplies, they came armed with a giant beach tent that provided shelter on three sides, and we were able to pop all three babies in there. They all played in there, mostly happily, the whole time we there. Jeff and I were as delighted as our boys to discover that they sit really well in the sand, so we kinda scooped out spots for them. L especially sat and played almost the whole time.
Meanwhile the big ones were in the water. They couldn't get enough. At one point, Jeff was off swimming, and we had all the kids up near the tent. I was busy with a baby and realized I hadn't heard from R in awhile. That's when I looked up and saw her - she was a good 50 yards away and getting dangerously close to the water. Apparently she as going to head right on in by herself. I took off running and reached her just before she got there. She didn't seem phased...perhaps she has become a bit too independent!
With all the adults in the house, we were actually able to cook again on Sunday night (real food two days in a row!) and had a fabulous lasagna dinner. For the night, R was no longer eating any of the components of the meal, but these things happen. The rest of it enjoyed it.
After dinner, we watched the movie Cars, which is their little boy's favorite movie of all time. R had never seen it, and in typical fashion, she asked a million questions. At one point, Andy gave up and just began narrating the movie. This was good. Unfortunately, by this time I was exhausted (I had only slept 3-4 hours Saturday night) and not a lot of fun, but as Jeff said, "I'm so used to it, I didn't notice anything was different."
The biggest reason for my grumpy mama bear behavior is that L has not been sleeping. At all. He has been getting up to check on things a lot, sometimes once an hour. So we decided this had to end. We flirted with the cry-it-out method, but I just couldn't get into it. It just feels so wrong. And it didn't seem to work with him. Where we used it (reluctantly on my part) with his two siblings, and they did fine, L prefers to scream until he vomits. No kidding. So our newest strategy is from a book called The No Cry Sleep Solution. No word yet on its effectiveness, but at least we are trying.
And we need our sleep. Not only to function, but so we can actually enjoy all the guests at our crazy little hotel this fall. In the next two months, we will be visited by my parents, Jeff's parents, and Alex and Reiko. Crazy times!
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