Clearly, I am not good at this strategy. At all. I don’t like to hear a baby crying, let alone my OWN baby crying if there is something I can do to make him stop. But I am trying to get him on a regular nap schedule and I am reading a book suggested by our Naturopath, called “Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child“. In this book, the author/doctor suggests the “letting them cry” method. One morning I took the advice of a mother quoted in the book and put Enzo down in his crib, and promptly got in the shower. I knew that if he was crying I would ultimately pick him up, but if I couldn’t hear him then perhaps he would tire out before I was done and drift off to dreamland. But that’s not exactly what happened. As soon as I turned the water off I could hear him crying. So I quickly dried off, grabbed my bathrobe and went in to pick him up. The second his head was on my shoulder he immediately fell asleep. I then laid him back down in his crib and he slept for about a half an hour. Boo.
So this week has been a test of my patience, and faith in that book’s teachings when it comes to how long I will let him cry. Luckily I have a few tricks up my sleeve myself, including playing the music from his swing that lulled him to sleep from his first days at home while he is laying in his crib (okay, actually I can’t take credit for that because when I was trying to figure out how to make some white noise happen in his room, Claire went and grabbed his swing so technically this was her idea). He took a great nap this morning actually in that swing. But his afternoon nap was taken in the crib, as the swing played music from the floor.
All of these naps meant I was super productive in the cleaning/organizing arena today! I organized our laundry/pantry room which included making sense of the jumbled up mess of muffin tins, holiday plates and the eclectic mix of electrical appliances we have (three crockpots, say what? Moms, are either of you missing yours?). I also put all the board games inside of our dining table bench. It feels so good to finally be taking care of the clutter instead of just tripping around it. Therapeutic really. And lord knows, I love me some therapy. Retail is usually my therapy of choice, but that’s not in the cards for awhile with our new frugal lifestyle : ) So cleaning it is!
We had our first dinner at the table as a family of five tonight. Mark and I made yakisoba noodles and orange chicken, with fried tofu for the non-meat eater and Enzo enjoyed the rest of his jar of carrots. He’s really getting into this eating food thing.
Claire had volleyball tryouts after school today and again tomorrow for the 8th grade team at Parkrose. She played last year, plus playing club ball all spring so she’s pretty confident about making the team. She is more concerned with what position the coach is going to give her. So far it sounds like she will be 1 of 2 setters, which is a very important role in my opinion. But it’s not a position she loves necessarily, so we’ll see. She has improved so much from last year to this year and I can’t wait to get the season started!
Veda did a couple chores off the list tonight, and I have to say, after dusting she put the stuff back on the fireplace mantle in a better arrangement than it was originally. She has a good eye, that one.
I have some crafting to do tomorrow, our good friend Connie is having a baby shower on Saturday – I need to get busy! It’s amazing how this stuff always sneaks up on me, or rather how I seem to always wait until the very last minute. But I have a plan! That’s something!