May 24, 2006
Sweet, Sweet Success...
UPDATE: "Future me" was pretty pissed at "oh-so-selfish Past Me" around 5:00pm last night.
Can't we all just get along??
I know you all are probably sick to death of hearing about Ezra's painfully exciting NAP SCHEDULING ADVENTURES , but this is where most of my energy and thought is being poured into at the moment. (If you think that's dull, you should have been around for the infamous yet all-consuming breast pump extravaganza back in the winter of '05. You all should be eternally grateful for the fact that I didn't have a blog back then...)
Anywho...All of that to say, "WE DID IT!!"
I was able to keep Ezra awake until 12:47 today when I put him down with his bottle full of water (not milk, mind you... we're slowly getting there...) and he's been peacefully napping ever since. If all goes well, I won't be seeing the little man until 3:30 or so.
Here's how I managed this incredible feat of mom-liness:
7:30 Ezra's awake... Chris gets up with him and puts him in bed with me and we turn on PBS only to find "Barney". (There's nothing like waking up to a singing, dancing purple dinosaur in the morning... Gag me with a spoon.)
9:30 Ezra seems a little sleepy, so we pack-up and head to Barnes and Noble where he plays for an hour and I actually managed to read TWO pages of my book. ('The Idiot' by Dostoevsky)
11:00 We are heading home and Ezra is DANGEROUSLY close to falling asleep in the car, so I desperately start rolling the windows up and down up and down while singing crazy songs and snapping my fingers to keep him awake. (If you saw me driving on Classen this morning around this time, I'm sorry... If you would have looked closer you would have seen a drowsy and confused child giving me the "have-you-gone-completely-nuts?!" look from my back-seat.)
11:30 We watch 101 Dalmations while the unexpected plumbers are trodding up and down the basement stairs, whispering of mold residue and turning off our water while waiting for the 'pipe glue' to dry.
12:30 We head outside to play with "Gah-dn Hoos" (AKA Garden Hose) and his little lawn-mower that is supposed to blow bubbles when you push it. (To this day I have only seen TWO such bubbles escape).
12:47 I put him in his crib and dance a little jig as he nods off to sleep. To celebrate, I pour myself a Pepsi over ice and catch-up on some of my favorite Mommy Bloggers (I just added their links to the right) and think about how to tell you all the news that I am officially good at mommying. (disclaimer: this is subject to change at any given moment.)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
at 1:18 PM