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Sunday, December 30th, 2012
2 years, 1 month.
I now wrap up the year 2012 with a noteworthy milestone in your life: Mommy and I just tucked you in for the night, for the first time… in your “big boy bed.”
No more crib for you. You have graduated into the day bed version.
Look how proud you are in this picture!
At long last, you are now sleeping like a 2 year-old, not a baby.
Son, tonight was your Bed Mitzvah.
This change in your life also is aligned with your parents’ more deliberate focus on helping your become potty trained.
Yesterday at T. J. Maxx, Mommy and I bought you 3 metal Chuggington trains. We explained to you that for the next 3 times you go pee-pee on the potty, you get to open a new train. (Sure, it’s an unavoidable pun: We’re potty training you.)
As an added bonus, you have recently received a surprisingly relevant gift last week that helps you sleep easier for your naps… a Thor indoor play tent.
It’s random because you have no idea who Thor is yet. You call it your tunnel.
“I can sleep in my tunnel?”
While attempting to get you to go to sleep for your afternoon naps on the weekends has always been a struggle, this new “tunnel” of yours is a pretty cool thing.
It has a side door which I pop my head in to read you a quick story. You never seem to mind when I slip out the door afterwords. Two hours later, you wake up and you’re ready to play again.
I just wish we would have known the wonders of a tunnel sooner!
So between your new “big boy bed” and your “tunnel,” I’d say things are pretty exciting in the world of sleeping, for you.
To this day, whenever Mommy and I ask you if you’re ready to go to sleep, as we can clearly see you are, you’ve never said yes.
Here’s to my wishful thinking that might change now that you’ve had your Bed Mitzvah…
I know, it’s asking too much.
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Thursday, November 1st, 2012
Thank God. We are in the middle of our vacation week and Jack is sleeping all the way through the night.
It’s because of readers who commented on “Losing Sleep Over Where My Son Will Sleep (Part 1)” that we decided on our son’s sleeping arrangements while we’re staying out here in California:
We have pushed two twin beds together. One is against a wall, where Jack sleeps, and it is bordered with big pillows.
From the very first night, this system has worked well. I have no complaints and have experienced no stress in regards to Jack sleeping.
In fact, he almost sleeps better this way. Last night he slept for 12 and a half hours!
The first morning I was so happy that I promised to get him a treat.
We drove by a party store and let him pick out two Made-in-China plastic animals that cost 35 cents each, as well as, a 65 cent mini Rubik’s Cube.
For his animals, Jack chose another horse and sheep that looks like he peed over itself; it has a yellow underbelly. (Pictured right.)
So I haven’t turned into the Incredible Hulk and the three of us are very well rested on our vacation.
Use me as your Guinea Pig. If you are planning a vacation with a toddler who doesn’t sleep well in new environments, try what I did.
Put pillow borders around a bed that is against a wall and stick to your child’s normal bedtime rituals.
I’m not saying that we haven’t had a share of other behavioral issues since we’ve been here, though. Stay tuned for an upcoming post referring to India Syndrome.
But as long as everybody’s getting sleep here, I’ve got no complaints.
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Thursday, October 18th, 2012
Makeshift sentences are a new discovery.
Gone are the days of simple exclamations like “Mine!” and “More! More!”
My son is now finding a way to utilize his favorite dozen or so words in basically any and every situation.
Ultimately, according to Jack, things are either sleepy, sad, biting, or crashing.
Yesterday morning it was “Ahh! Train bite!”
I turned around to see him in his car seat, sticking his finger in Percy the Train’s face.
(Thanks to Jack’s on-again/off-again biting bouts with his friend Sophie, he knows the word “bite” pretty well.)
And if he can’t evoke fake sympathy from me in an attempt to pretend a human being bit him, he figures a Thomas & Friends metal die-cast train is just as capable of biting him instead.
“Oh no! Crash!”
That’s what I hear on a daily basis from the back seat when we’re driving home from daycare. I’ll look up in the distance and see a car for sale, parked in someone’s yard.
Apparently, if a car is not on the road, it has crashed, and it worries Jack.
Of course, since he’s obsessed with his toy vehicles, I’m pretty sure he’s more concerned with the well-being of the cars themselves, not the actual people inside of them.
This morning when Jack was helping me check my Facebook, he saw a picture of the daughter of a college friend named Sara Hilton.
The picture was of little Alaina playing in the leaves and it had earned dozens of “likes.”
Jack’s response: “Oh no! Crash!”
My assumption is that because A) he couldn’t really see her legs and B) there were leaves in the air, not on the ground, he thought that Alaina had “crashed” in the leaves.
Obviously, it’s quite a stretch to say that someone crashes when they’re actually playing in the leaves, but for the sake of my son learning how to use the English language, I’ll accept his perception of the event.
This would explain why when Jack’s toys are constantly either sleepy, sad, biting each other, or crashing.
But I know that eventually, more verbs and emotions will come into play. As for now, he has to work with what he’s got.
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Tuesday, February 14th, 2012
Just in time for the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I found this helpful illustration of Kama Sutra for us parents with small kids.
Through Facebook, I found it on another daddy blog, called How To Be A Dad. The clever artist behind this picture is Andy Herald.
By now, despite my purposely misleading title, it’s obvious the “Kama Sutra” positions I’m referring to are the hilarious sleeping positions that two parents and a baby end up in when they all share a bed. My personal favorite is “Jazz Hands.”
Back before our son was born, my wife and I fully intended to let our son Jack sleep in the bed with us, but it just never really mutually caught on. Thank God.
What was I thinking?!
For the first several months he slept in his Pack-N-Play next to our bed. Then at 7 months old, I trained him to sleep through the night, in his own bed. (Yes, I’m very proud of myself for that.)
I love my son.
Without hesitation, I would die for him. But I wouldn’t let him sleep in the bed with my wife and I at this point.
It works for a lot of parents. And I honor and respect them doing what works for them.
Here’s the thing: I simply don’t care what other parents do. I have enough to keep me busy.
Sure, I offer up plenty of parenting advice here on The Dadabase, but that’s all it is: advice for parents who are like-minded or at least open-minded in regards to my way of parenting. It doesn’t mean I’m right. It just means I found what works for me and my kid.
Every child is different. And that scares me, because if (big word) my wife and I end up having another kid, I hate the thought that he or she may not be the kind that will sleep through the night in a separate room and bed down the hall.
I would like to think that my son’s trained sleeping routine is simply because of my deliberate efforts, but what if I’m simply lucky and/or wrong?
In the likeness of Cesar Milan being able to train dogs to make him a 7 course dinner while polishing his shoes and trimming his goatee, I want to believe that I can train any child of mine to sleep through the night in a separate bed.
Only time will tell if I’m right.
Man… I hope I’m right.
*I invite you to check more hilarious illustrations like the one featured here, as well as really cool blog posts about fatherhood, by going to How To Be A Dad. They’re on Twitter too; they have like 85,000 followers!
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Thursday, February 9th, 2012
Up until last weekend, I wasn’t okay with the idea of Jack becoming dependent on my driving him around in the car in order to get him to sleep.
Though I trained him to sleep through the night at 7 months, he has continued to put up a fight when it comes to daytime naps.
Given that I’m pretty sure I’ve developed a bit of Carpal Tunnel in my left hand from toting him around, I realize the need to give my wrist a rest whenever I can.
So I’m not one of those dads, like this guy I work with, Greg, who will spend hours at a time rocking his son to sleep and keeping him asleep.
Maybe I’m French or something, but I don’t want my son to become physically dependent on me for his naps.
So I figured if I have to choose between him being dependent on me doing something in order to sleep, I’d rather it be of me driving him around the neighborhood. It’s a win-win-win situation.
Jack fell asleep within 10 minutes of riding in his car seat as I listened to the jazz station on the radio. Then, once I heard him snoring, I pulled the car into a parking spot, turned off the engine and kept the radio on.
That’s when I pulled out the current book I was reading. It was Jon Acuff’s Quitter; which between the 4 naps on Saturday and Sunday, allowed me to basically finish the thing cover to cover.
Meanwhile, my wife was able to get some housework done and eventually got some chill-out time; which she spent watching House Hunters on her laptop.
So to answer the question I asked in the title of this… no. Not only is it not bad, it’s good. Really good.
Jack gets a nap. I get to read a book while listening to jazz. My wife gets time to catch up on things, including rest.
I always appreciate our time together as a family. But it’s also important that we all have time to do our own things separately. Win-win-win.
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