Yesterday was my first day back with Joey and the poor boy is teething. He’s fretful and tired but can’t seem to sleep for more than five minutes at a time. Owen has been great and is learning to be a good helper. He even held Joey’s bottle for him yesterday.
Speaking of Owen…he’s been doing so much better at bedtime. Yesterday when I laid him down for his nap, he whined for no more than a minute and was asleep in less than 10. Last night he laid down giggling and we heard nothing but happy sounds coming from his bedroom until all was silent. I think he is truly past his need for the pacifier. Now we need to transition him to a big boy bed. We have a twin frame but no box spring or mattress. I also would like to make or buy him some bedding but haven’t been in a big hurry. I do have a twin sheet set but I’m sure Kris would say it’s not masculine enough and I agree it would be nice to have something more fitting for my little man, than a pale yellow sheet.
I am trying to concentrate on the Night of Laughter now. I have things well underway and will have another writing meeting tonight to help finalize some of the details for our sketches. I have a great help this year in Stephanie Sullivan. I wanted help the night of, but she has insisted on being a part of all of the planning as well, and I am grateful. I need more help this time anyway.
We will find out soon the gender of our next little one and then the real fun begins. What to prepare, what to decorate, what to leave alone, these are all decisions that must be made. I have an idea for a little girls room but am now questioning whether it’s worth the time and money to bother with. I have a perfectly purple room for a girl, if I just adjust my thinking I wouldn’t have to paint. It’s just hard to settle. If it’s a boy, then Owen gets a roommate and automatically gets an update to his quarters. His room is very plain right now and though he doesn’t seem to mind, I think he’s getting to an age where he’ll appreciate some bright changes. Now that the kitchen is painted, I feel a lot better about things downstairs. I still need to put some things on the walls and I still need curtains for the dining room and stuff like that, but the kitchen provided me a good bit of satisfaction and I don’t feel anxious about the rest of it.
It’s cloudy and much cooler today. I think I’ll try to get out for a little while, depending on the mood of the little ones. With Joey teething, it may be a bad idea to try to take him anywhere.
What is the night of laughter? NOT the big boy bed. NOT yet. He is still little. NOT yet!
Please keep me informed about the night of laughter. I loved attending a few years ago with Tisra and would love to go again.
September 30, 2005…mark it on your calendar now. It’s just a fun evening when the ladies ministry of our church puts on a comedy night of sketches, video, music and a whole lot of silliness. There is no spiritual point to these evenings, not much point at all. The goal is to make women laugh and that’s about it. It helps rid the world of stress. Everyone is encouraged to bring a snack and a drink.
Things are so different from when I was little. When three of us slept crosswise on one bed that sagged to the middle from all 4 corners. AHH yes, the good ole days. NOT
Yeah, there’s something to be said for learning to get along and sharing but I don’t know if sleeping with your younger brother who periodically wets the bed is such a great life lesson.
Harry, I don’t doubt that the bed situation was true, but I have to ask: “Did you also walk barefoot in the snow up hill both ways to school?” Just wondering. 🙂
To my friend Tisra, No the little country school was closed the year before I started. I rode a big yellow bus whose windshield wipers didn’t work when the driver accelerated. AND I got my first NEW shoes when I was 7 and in 2nd grade. They were from Montgomery Ward catalogue and were 2 sizes too big. But NO ONE was going to send them back. I had those shoes and they were MINE. Oops, I guess this is Marys blog isn’t it??
Don’t forget to tell her about your pretty glasses. You could start your own blog, “Tales of a poor amish kid from Oklahoma.” I mean this is good stuff.
I know I would read his blog, and Mary you already have a great title for him.
C’mon, Harry, start a blog! You’ve got great material. I bet there is at least a post or two’s worth of emabrrasing stories of Mary as a kid. I’d read that.