Brady and I had plans to go to church this morning. We’ve been missing fairly regularly due to the general busyness of life and the season, and once or twice just on fatigue, and we’re starting to feel a bit guilty. We decided, no matter what, we’d go to church in the morning.
And then there was freezing rain. So we stayed home. We slept in and had coffee in bed while watching Netflix. When the kids were both awake we had breakfast. I did a bit more organizing in the kids room before we went downstairs to play toys in our jammies. We watched Elf and Dekker fed us all the magical food and drinks he created. It was lovely and restful. When Dekker went to bed, we decided to actually accomplish one or two things. Brady shovelled the driveway and changed the oil in the car while I tended to a fussy baby girl and wrapped Bradys Christmas gifts.
We had potatoes and chicken strips for supper. I swear, this snowy season so far, all I want is potatoes or soup and crackers. Thats it. Just hot, yummy, guilty pleasure food! Just typing this out makes me remember I still have some containers of soup from a few different friends in my freezer!! On that for tomorrow.
After another good hour or so of toys, Dekker got cuddly and a bit clumsy, so we all went upstairs to begin the nightly routine of putting the crying toddler to bed. He’s always been pretty good with bedtime. He used to love it! We would ask him if he was tired and ready for bed and he would giggle hysterically and race upstairs. Then he went to screaming and hitting and bawling from the moment we headed towards his room until he fell asleep. And now, he cries on the way to his room, plays like a champ in our room for a bit, cries while Brady carries him to bed, and then is quiet by the time he is actually laid in bed. So while its not an ideal setup, it works ok, and he’s happy when he goes down.
However, all this aside, Laela is UNhappy this evening. Something that is different about her from Dekker is that she cries when she’s tired. Dekker never cried out of fatigue. He just fell asleep. But Laela is SAD when she’s tired, which is now. But she’s not hungry. So we can’t feed her to quiet her, or specifically hold her a certain way. No difference. So it may be a longer evening of pacing and bouncing but thats having a baby for you! I still love her, don’t worry.
Time to go. Our laptop is in desperate need of a new battery, as ours is expanding and scary. Therefore, I’m trapped at the dining table to type my posts to give the battery more breathing room than it would have if I were in bed like I prefer to be. My bedroom currently smells like pumpkin carrot cake, thanks to Bath and Body Works, and I feel like I’m missing out.
Sleep well, friends.