Banged out another 1,700 words between yesterday afternoon and today. Beauty. I hope this downhill part of the ride continues.
Had a rough time last night with the litte bean, who I'm trying to break of the binky habit. It's really only when he's sleepy that he needs it now. And he doesn't use it at the sitter's during naps anymore. But here at home he insists.
Thought I'd try not giving it to him to go to bed last night. Wow. He cried as if his heart were breaking for two hours in his crib. I sobbed silently in the kitchen off and on, hoping he'd eventually fall asleep. I can't stand being the cause of something that makes him feel so bad. It was really traumatizing for him to not have that binky, and traumatizing as hell for me to hear him crying so hard.
I tried bringing him out to watch a bit of tv with me. I tried singing. I tried hugs and tickles. That was all well and good until I tried putting him back in his crib without the binky.
Finally I gave in and gave it to him. I just couldn't do it. *Sigh* I don't know how I'm going to get him used to not having the binky during naps and at night.
And today he was jumping on the couch downstairs while daddy was watchiing him and fell, hitting his face on one of his toys. I heard him crying but didn't think it was anything to be alarmed about. Until Jeff carried him up, chin all barked up and bleeding, and Jeff sporting blood stains on his t-shirt.
It was a bit alarming. Yeah.
But he's fine. Just a bit banged up. It's a boy thing, I think. That's what Jeff says, anyway. It wasn't long before he was grinning and trying to jump on the couch again. He's a tough little critter.
So he needed the binky during nap time today.
He's going to be two next Saturday. I said that around his second birthday I'd take the binky away. I don't know if that's going to stick now.
Got lots to do before his party, and not much time to do it in. Weekends are next to impossible, so I'm taking next Friday off to do my cleaning and running around for the party.
I have waaaaaay too much to do.
Back to the writing while the critter sleeps.
4 comments:
Aw, Trace, a man's got to make a stand once in a while. :o)
Happy Birthday to Ben.
My Ben turned 14 on Friday.
Haha John! You're very right :) Happy birthday to your Ben!
AAhhh the banged up chins. Well I can't count how many times times Kat has banged his little chin but was all ready to go and do the same thing again. He almost lost a tooth once from running into a chair with a metal edging, and few minutes later was running around agian. It is a boy thing. *shaking my head*
Jeanie, I guess that's the way little guys are.I don't think it changes much though. I think they'll be getting banged up until they're old and can't jump around or drive fast cars so much anymore.
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