talk about it more

a virtual baby book

When she was two, Fiona regularly said "Talk about it more!" to express her desire to know more about whatever we were discussing.

Monday, September 03, 2007


Nora has been very feisty at bedtime recently. She stands up in her crib because she knows it will keep her awake; she alternates between talking, singing (she does a pretty good Skip to My Lou), and screaming; and any time one of us puts in an appearance she demands to be released. She just doesn't want to go to sleep, probably because she thinks she's going to miss something. Jen points out that, based on her personality, if Nora were awake, there would probably be something to miss!

Fortunately, her antics don't bother Fiona at all. She's generally asleep within minutes. Tonight, though, so was Nora. And, oh, this might have something to do with it: Fiona has a couple of very itchy bug bites. You think you got bad mosquito bites when you were a kid? Fiona has it worse. So she gets hydrocortisone cream a few times a day, and Benadryl as well. I had poured her Benadryl and put it on the counter in the bathroom and pointed out to her that it was there so she could drink it and then went to get pajamas for Nora. Nora was not in the bathroom at the time.

But by the time I got back, Nora had gotten the Benadryl, spilled most of it on the floor, and was gleefully lapping up the last little bit in the medicine cup. Way to go, Dad! Good thing toddlers don't have any fine motor control.

Now, repeat after me: I will not drug my children so they'll go to sleep. I will not ...


At 12:22 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, my. Reminds me of the olden days when you and Mike were bitty...earaches back then were treated with paregoric (which probably makes docs shudder today, but which they recommended then). It always put you right to sleep, Ian, but Michael Aaron just got tipsy...climbed out of the crib...wandered around making party noises and giggling. Hey, it beat a lot of pain and crying! Mom
p.s. and all things considered, I see why you're repeating your mantra 8^)

At 8:43 PM, Blogger Sucero said...


At 5:43 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

One night I awoke to see Mike (yes, on paregoric) standing next to the bed, smiling happily at me. "Hello," I said. "Hello," he responded, and then began to giggle quietly. Maybe it was the jet propulsion of the giggles. He got a little unbalanced, stepped back to catch himself, was again off balance and stepped back again, and proceeded to do this all the way across the room, till he encountered the wall. He recovered, and began to walk back to the bed, still giggling. I use the term "walk" when "controlled fall" might be more accurate. "Was that fun?" "Mmm-hmmm." "You doing okay?" "Mmm-hmmm. "Ready to go back to bed now?" "Okay."
And he slept the rest of the night.


Post a Comment

<< Home