Wha' Happened?
For the last two months my son has gone to bed without so much as peep. We go through our usual bedtime routine, and when Matty is finally plopped into his crib while being serenaded by the Dixie Chicks, he rolls over, sticks his bosse in the air, and starts sawing logs. That was until Sunday night...when apparently all that was good went bad.
For some reason Matthew has started screaming now during his song, and for a good five to ten minutes after the song has ended. Tonight he screamed longer than ten minutes, I just stop paying attention after ten minutes (to the time, not to the child, though maybe I should think about reversing my tactics). This nightly regimen of screaming begin after we returned from the beach, and at first I chalked it up to being a readjustment phase, but now I'm thinking it's my child who actually needs readjusting. I need to tweak him back into his old self who would embrace his crib. So really - Wha' happened? What gives kid? I would love to figure out something that would calm him down, instead just standing there as he screams his head off, silently willing my child to shutupfortheloveofGod, because for some reason that isn't working.
If I block out how the day ended, and only think about the actual day parts of the day, everything else was wonderful. We had a pretty relaxing time together, which was nice because I am usually trying to get several things done, work from home, and spend quality time with my baby. Today was different. I did some work, then we went on a nice walk and stopped and played on a playground (Matty didn't seemed phased at all by the awesome slide we went down, but we kept going down it nonetheless and it had nothing to do with the fact that I thought it was awesome. Nope. Nothing.). After our walk we came back home and played with blocks, a large blue elephant with various things glued to his elephant, and momma's hair.
The funny thing about today was Matthew would not open his mouth all day long except to eat food and to chew on multiple things. I could not get that child to give me an open mouth smile to save my life. I took some adorable pictures of him while we ate dinner, but all with his mouth closed, smiling with his lips pursed together. Then when Jim got home Matty broke out the big grins. He giggled, laughed and smiled so much for Jim, and became so hyper in the tub that the entire right side of my body was soaked from excited splashes. He saved all those grins for his Daddy, it was the greatest thing to witness, I wish I had broken out the video camera. All day I thought 'Matty must be feeling a new tooth coming in, and that is why he is pulling his lips together', but no. Matty just needed to be reunited with the one person who can make him smile just by looking at him: Papadapalous.
P.S. - Matthew, even though you rock the cuteness on daily basis, PLEASE go to bed nicely tomorrow night. Your cuteness will only get you so far, especially if the person who thinks you are so cute and who takes care of you for most of the day (hint: me) is brain dead from hearing baby screams at the end of a long day. Also, if you went right to sleep I could stop with the lame 'wha happened' jokes (the only part of 'A Mighty Wind' that stuck with me). (Actually no, that stopping with the lame jokes is a lie. But still. Quit with the screaming. MMMkay?)
For some reason Matthew has started screaming now during his song, and for a good five to ten minutes after the song has ended. Tonight he screamed longer than ten minutes, I just stop paying attention after ten minutes (to the time, not to the child, though maybe I should think about reversing my tactics). This nightly regimen of screaming begin after we returned from the beach, and at first I chalked it up to being a readjustment phase, but now I'm thinking it's my child who actually needs readjusting. I need to tweak him back into his old self who would embrace his crib. So really - Wha' happened? What gives kid? I would love to figure out something that would calm him down, instead just standing there as he screams his head off, silently willing my child to shutupfortheloveofGod, because for some reason that isn't working.
If I block out how the day ended, and only think about the actual day parts of the day, everything else was wonderful. We had a pretty relaxing time together, which was nice because I am usually trying to get several things done, work from home, and spend quality time with my baby. Today was different. I did some work, then we went on a nice walk and stopped and played on a playground (Matty didn't seemed phased at all by the awesome slide we went down, but we kept going down it nonetheless and it had nothing to do with the fact that I thought it was awesome. Nope. Nothing.). After our walk we came back home and played with blocks, a large blue elephant with various things glued to his elephant, and momma's hair.
The funny thing about today was Matthew would not open his mouth all day long except to eat food and to chew on multiple things. I could not get that child to give me an open mouth smile to save my life. I took some adorable pictures of him while we ate dinner, but all with his mouth closed, smiling with his lips pursed together. Then when Jim got home Matty broke out the big grins. He giggled, laughed and smiled so much for Jim, and became so hyper in the tub that the entire right side of my body was soaked from excited splashes. He saved all those grins for his Daddy, it was the greatest thing to witness, I wish I had broken out the video camera. All day I thought 'Matty must be feeling a new tooth coming in, and that is why he is pulling his lips together', but no. Matty just needed to be reunited with the one person who can make him smile just by looking at him: Papadapalous.
P.S. - Matthew, even though you rock the cuteness on daily basis, PLEASE go to bed nicely tomorrow night. Your cuteness will only get you so far, especially if the person who thinks you are so cute and who takes care of you for most of the day (hint: me) is brain dead from hearing baby screams at the end of a long day. Also, if you went right to sleep I could stop with the lame 'wha happened' jokes (the only part of 'A Mighty Wind' that stuck with me). (Actually no, that stopping with the lame jokes is a lie. But still. Quit with the screaming. MMMkay?)
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