Even though we had a blast for New Years Eve with family, we didn't start the new year off quite right with Little Man A. We think he's teething again, this time his first incisors - at the same time. I really hate giving him Tylenol, especially when I truly don't know if he's in pain or just plain cranky. But it is a relief to see a change in temperament within the hour after I give him the Tylenol... mainly because I know I just helped him and I don't have to feel guilty about possibly dosing my child for no reason.
He's also been waking up in the middle of the night and not going back to sleep on his own. The first night, I went into his room and rubbed his back like I've done in the past, but instead he rolled over and reached his arms up to me. I reluctantly picked him up, because I really don't want to make a habit out of this, but who can resist their child reaching up to you. I was able to sway back and forth with him while rubbing his back for just a minute and then put him down and he went back to sleep. The second night, grandma rescued him and it took a little longer and she ended up giving him his pacifier to get him back to sleep. Thankfully, last night/this morning he didn't wake up, but was awake at 5:45 AM ... mainly because he soaked through his diaper again.
On top of all that, he's been back to his old routine of throwing out his beloved Jeffrey, pacifier, and stuffed giraffe if he doesn't want to take a nap. Yesterday, in disbelieve to every one in the house I'm sure, I let him cry/complain for 45 minutes. It wasn't until my husband came to me and asked, "How much longer are you going to let this go on? I'm pretty sure nap time is over." Well if that wasn't a slap in the face/mood change for me, but I'm sure he didn't mean it that way.
To put more icing on the cake, today he threw over just his pacifier and Jeffrey and paced back and forth in his crib for 45 minutes - wailing. Not crying, but wailing! My mom seems to think it's also because of the amount of people that have been in the house over the past few weeks - too much stimulation, I guess.
Whatever the problem, all I want is my good baby back. I'm starting to think that I'm not too sure about this next year. That maybe all this is a sign from above telling me I should just stop with 1 child (which I'm sure my belly stretch marks will thank me). But like my aunt said, he has to be "bad" once in awhile so I can really appreciate the good times when I have them... and that I do! But all I can think about right now is going upstairs and raiding the cookies/pie/cakes/oatmeal cookie bars that were made over the past week and eating them all. If it wasn't so damn cold and windy outside, I'd sit outside and read and get some fresh air. Instead, I'm going to go scrapbook. This is my new years resolution... not only will I get allot done with his first year scrapbook, I can use it as a stress reducer as well. Hope it works!
Here's a peak at his first two months layouts: