When I first decided to blog I wasn't sure how much of my life at home I really wanted to share. I'm a pretty real, upfront person but I also know that although I am far from perfect I am horrible about handling constructive criticism even though I ask for it all the time. I've become totally distracted from my post on pumpkin decor for Halloween because I'm listening to baby Tristan wail in agitation in the next room. With our first child CJ , now 6, I read all the baby books: What to Expect, Parenting magazines, Dr. recommended this and Dr. suggested that and took the advise of all the moms before me. Maybe it's because this is our 2nd child, or maybe it's because we've had so much going on, my Crohns disease acting up, my hubbies shoulder surgery, and everything else life throws at you but I just haven't been doing parenting by the "books".
Poor Tristan is not only being weaned off breast feeding, but we also want to wean him from sleeping in the bed with us. All I can see is pointing fingers, shaking heads and "tsk tsk tsk" being uttered. I honestly don't know what happened. The hubby was working nights when he was born and so he slept during the day in the beginning and out of pure exhaustion I would nurse Tristan to sleep and we'd just canoodle together in my bed and he's pretty much been there ever since. On occasion I would put him down for nap time in his crib, but It would never last and I just didn't have the patience or time. Our days consisted of bringing CJ to school, walking the dog, breakfast and playtime with Tristan, cleaning house a bit and it was nap time.
By the second half of the day we are off to pick up CJ, go to the park, maybe grocery shop or some form of errands, homework, I don't cook so maybe side prepping (rice, mashed potatoes whatever), baths, dinner, stories and then bed for the kids. The hubby and I may watch a movie and some canoodling of our own, he'd walk the dog and now I'm either in class (finishing my masters) or figuring out this blogging stuff. What am I going to do when I go back to work? As I type I am unsuccessfully ignoring Tristan's piercing crying and I'm tempted to scoop him up from his fathers arms and end his torture. I hate to have him this upset and I don't want to disturb the neighbors or wake up CJ, did I mention it's 12:37 am? The hubby has jury duty and while we enjoyed the long weekend it's back to school and the everyday routine in a few hours.
Well Tristan, who is now walking has managed to speedily waddle his way to the living room with blood shot eyes, seeking out my boobies. I place him on my lap and he nuzzles my chest like a little puppy as he tries to get to them. I manage to stay strong and I've even passed him back to the hubby. Any suggestions? I know that I can't be the one to put him to sleep because (as my sister calls me) I am the milk giver, giver of milk. The hubby just said "You'd think he was on some sort of drug" but hey boobies can be addictive. This cycle has to be broken it's about 10 months overdue. Looks like we have a few sleepless nights ahead of us. Let the games begin. I'll keep you posted on our success. Our goal is the 17 days until his 1st birthday. Wish us much needed luck!