I know, it's been a long time. I can't believe how exhausted I've been. My normal bedtime of 11:00 has been altered. Lately, well, almost every night, I fall asleep around 8:00 on the couch watching tv. I usually get about three, "P, should we turn off the show and watch it laters" from Rob to which I always respond, "No, I want to watch it." After the third time Rob turns off the tv and lets me sleep. He wakes me up to go to bed after a couple of hours. I think this is my body trying to front-load two consecutive hours in order to make it through the night. Coben still wakes up a lot. Having him share a room with Cady is hard because we can't just let him cry for a bit to see if he can turn the corner on his own. Nope. We have to get up and do what we can to keep him quiet. We've learned the hard way. Once Cady has been awoken, the kids just take turns keeping each other (and us) up the rest of the night. So, Coben sleeps until about 2 or 3 and then he's up every hour after that and sometimes he's just up for the day at 4:30. It's so funny to think of the days when Rob and I would sleep in until 9 on the weekends. It makes me wonder if our bodies would even know how to do that anymore given the chance. I'd have to say the worst affect of sleep deprivation is doing dumb stuff. I've already been known to be a tad bit on the spacey side. Add in lack of sleep and I'm a flaming mess!
Rob: "Why did you put a bowl of pomegranate seeds in the cupboard last night?"
Rob: "Seriously? You are staring at the tv screen this whole time but want me to recap everything that happened on Survivor the last five minutes?"
My intern (quite often): "I'm not sure what you were thinking when you did that."
Cady: (several times now): "Mom, why are you putting Coben in MY car seat?"
Anyhow, what's going on in the Keenan house bedsides lack of sleep?
So, it's not a real blog without including Cady-isms. These are recycled from Facebook but my hope one day is to print this off for the kids so all Cady-isms need to make the blog.
The other night I was cooking ravioli. I called Rob earlier in the day to see if we had nutmeg. So as I'm cooking, I open the spice drawer to find nutmeg and I don't see it. I start talking outloud, Where's the nutmeg? I know we have nutmeg because daddy said we have nutmeg." Rob enters the room at which time my assistant chef Cady says, "Daddy, you are a nutbag!"
Every day Cady comes home from school talking about letters that she has learned. She usually gets the order backwards but the letter right. "Mom, C starts with Cookie! I know what Z starts with...Zip!" So she was playing by herself the other morning and brings me a box of peanuts and says, "here's some peanuts for you mom!" Then she stops in her tracks and lights up. "Hey mom, I know what starts with peanuts! Penis! Penis starts with peanuts!!"
Cady is super-excited about Christmas. She circles and cuts out pictures of things that she wants in the catalogues. She is very adamant though about not wanting boy toys. The problem is that there are very few girl toys that she doesn't want! We're going simple this Christmas with the gifts and hope to spend more time making lots of fun memories. I can't wait to make Christmas cookies, sprinkle glitter on the lawn for Santa's reindeer and spend xmas eve Santa-watching. Three is such a magical age and I know that this Holiday season will be a good one.
Coben. He's doing great. He's still not crawling but he can do a mean scoot backwards. He's constantly stuck in corners and trapped underneath furniture. What he really loves to do is stand. He's just recently started creeping along furniture. He's all boy! Cady was so stationary at this age. We could put her somewhere and she'd just stay. If she saw gates she'd realize that it was an off-limits area. I have a strong suspicion that Coben will see gates as something to conquer. He's saying "mama", waving, and clapping. My most favorite thing is the car. Cady ALWAYS holds his hand in the car. And recently, as soon as he gets situated in his car seat next to his big sister (OMG I'm tearing up as I type this), he reaches out his arm for his sister to hold his hand. And no matter how far our destination, they hold hands until we get there.
