ZOMBIE

Guys, I am a zombie. Not the flesh-eating walking-dead kind. More like the non-functioning human-being kind. I have had about six hours of sleep over the last three nights. A certain 2 year old has seen to it that I don't sleep. He screams for hours at bed time. AND when he wakes up in the morning. Annnnnnnnd sometimes in the middle of the night. All of our children have had wonderful sleep habits since day one; I made sure of it. So the first couple nights of screaming we were at a loss. We tried everything we could think of OUTSIDE of sleeping with him or allowing him to sleep with us. No way we are going down that path; it can destroy healthy sleep habits instantly. But last night, after I cried it out in the hallway, I stumbled across supernanny.co.uk and an article that talked about separation anxiety at bed time. Going to try out the Gradual Retreat Programme. Mainly because it is British. Just kidding. Mainly because it is the only advice that I have found besides giving them a new toy or blanket to snuggle. Bubs is not one for snuggling objects, so that one is out the window. We'll see how this retreat program goes. All I know is that I cannot average around two hours of sleep a night without turning into a real monster. So until we see some improvement in the sleep department, I may be a bit of a ghost online. Books and movies and naps may be what gets us (ME) through this. Fingers crossed...

WELL CHECKS

Bubs and Nene had birthdays recently, so we had a double date with the doctor. I WAS planning to take pictures, but things didn't exactly go as planned. Yesterday, during our daily "reading time", Jojo accidentally hit Bubs in the face with a book. We didn't think much of it until Bubs started complaining about his eye. Mother's intuition told me to take him into urgent care to have it checked out, so the mr. did just that while I took the other 3 to church. Turns out Bubs has a corneal abrasion or, in layman's terms, a scratched eye. A fairly large scratch at that. Poor guy has not been himself since. Clutches his little rice owl cold pack for comfort. Covers his eye with his hand for a bit of relief. Falls asleep instantly throughout the day when he closes his eye for a rest. It's so sad. And maybe a tad pathetic. The doc checked it out today to see how it is healing. Slow going, but there has been some recovery. We just need to keep an eye on it. Ha. No pun intended. Otherwise, Bubs is a healthy 2 year old.
Nene was below the charts in weight last time we were in. And on her way off the charts for height. I am happy to say that she is back on the charts for weight, albeit in the 7th percentile. She is nearly 50th percentile for height. Yay. Her eczema is out of control, but there is not much we can do outside of what we are already doing. I hate seeing the sores all over her little body, but looks like it is just going to stay that way for a while. Poor girl got 3 shots today. Was all out of sorts about it, too. But she is a healthy 1 year old, which is all I ask for. I am glad my littles are growing right on track.