Sandra Tayler

Sleep Charts Again

Over the past week Patches bedtime has gone screwy. It has been kind of wonky for most of December, but since school got out for Christmas he’s been not-sleeping at some really unexpected times. For example on Saturday night he didn’t go to sleep until about 9:30, kind of late. Then Sunday he skipped his nap and was exhausted, but I was unable to get him to sleep until nearly 11 pm. Monday he napped just fine in his crib, but refused to go to sleep there at bedtime. I ended up standing and jouncing him to sleep at 9:15. Determined to put an end to sporadic bedtimes, last night I put him to bed promptly at 7:30. He played happily in his crib until 9 when I had to put Link to bed, then he cried so I got him up to allow Link to fall asleep.

Not knowing what to expect at bedtime drives me batty. I NEED time off from the kids in the evenings. So once again I’m falling back on my old standby of charting sleep behaviors. It’s a trick I learned from the book How To Solve Your Child’s Sleep Problems by Richard M Ferber. Basically I create a graph which is 24 squares wide and about 14 squares high. Each line 24 squares across represents the hours of a day. As each day passes I color in the squares according to whether the child was awake or asleep. Red for awake. Blue for asleep. After a few days I can usually see patterns emerging. Once I know what the schedule is, I can adjust it.

In this case I suspect that Patches’ sleep schedule has shifted. He doesn’t get sleepy and ready for bed until sometime after 9 pm. If I try to put him to bed earlier than that he’ll be unable to fall asleep and will rebel at being stuck in his crib. The evenings he stayed up way late were nights where I attempted to put him to bed and met with rebellion and then gave up. So what I need to do now is gradually sneak his bedtime forward. Tonight I’ll try putting him down at 9. If it works, then I’ll do it tomorrow too. The day after I’ll put him down at 8:45. So slowly day by day I sneak his bedtime to where I want it at 7:30. It may mean that his naptime needs to move earlier or be shortened or even that he is getting up earlier in the morning, but I’ll trade that for calmer bedtimes.

true test of “happy christmas”

Kiki and Link just passed the true test of “Happy Christmas”. They just came home from playing with a friend whose pile of Christmas loot was larger than that of our entire family combined. I half expected them to come home with a list of things they didn’t get. Instead they excitedly told me all the cool things their friend got and then happily went off to play.

Even better, an hour later the friend showed up at our door. He joined our kids in playing with their home-made gifts.

Christmas Thanks

We had a wonderful Christmas. Today I am feeling incredibly grateful because everything that made Christmas wonderful for the kids (And adults too) was a gift to us from someone else. The Knex, bop-it, capsela, and tonka trucks which were the Christmas Morning Surprises came from a neighbor. The Polly Pockets and Hamtaro items came from my parents. Another neighbor bought barbie, polly pocket, and star wars toys for my kids unexpectedly. And the money that bought DDR and a pair of pads for me came from Lady Anne and Level head. The Return of the King Deluxe Set came from our friend Richard Bliss.

A few weeks ago I was so proud of my “$100 Christmas”. Now I feel humble and grateful because for all my running around and bargain hunting it would not have been so lavish a Christmas without the generosity of others.

Christmas Day

Last night as I reviewed the gifts due to be unveiled today I could see so very clearly what wasn’t there. No new video games for Link. Used, not new, earrings for Kiki. I was pretty sure Gleek and Patches would be happy because they are little enough to not care. I worried about the older two. I needn’t have. Once again my kids have shown me that so many parents run around buying the “Perfect brand new thing” for their kids, when the kids will be happy with something small and fun. There were lots of things not purchased that I would have loved to give because they would have lit up to recieve them, but the kids are perfectly happy without. In fact I think that they are actually being able to enjoy the few things they did get more because they aren’t over loaded with new things.

I’m very relieved and tired now. I’ve been planning this for months and I’m kind of afraid to believe that it actually worked.

Christmas Eve

Every Christmas Eve I have a moment when I’ve arranged all the surprises, wrapped all the presents, stuffed all the stockings, then I stand back and look at the array and wonder “will they be happy?” As a parent I really want Christmas to be a joyful, magical day where dreams come true. Some years I’ve stood back and wondered if I’d gotten too much, thus causing overload. This year I fear disapointment. There are simply some items that my kids would love to have and I can’t afford to buy for them. Tonight during our Christmas Eve ritual we talked carefully about finding joy in giving and mentioned the fact that we won’t all get everything we want.

I hope that if there are tears tomorrow I know what to say to mend them.

Gleek in motion

I do not think I have ever seen Gleek as wired as she was this evening. She quite literally could not sit still during dinner. She was running laps across the kitchen. Then when I made her stay in her chair she stood on it bouncing up and down flapping her arms while I spooned bites of food into her mouth. Attempting reverse psychology I said “I bet you can’t sit still for three minutes.” As expected she said “Yes I can!” Then she sat down motionless for two seconds then started drumming her feet against the table.

Christmas is exciting.

bad parenting day

Mostly I think I’m pretty good at this parenting thing. But there are days where “pretty good” seems like a thin cover for a lot of territory.

Today, one day after discovering that Link has been not doing work and hiding the fact, I discovered that Kiki has not been enjoying her art lessons for months now. That wouldn’t be so bad except that she was taking out her frustrations by being rude and unco-operative with her teachers. Today they pulled me aside to tell me that either something needed to change or they needed Kiki out of the class so they could give space and attention to someone who actually wanted to be there.

And then on the way home from that lovely meeting Patches told me “Owie Stinky”. Smell confirmed his diagnosis and I promised to change him when we got home. I got distracted and didn’t. 40 minutes later when poor Patches was standing in the front room crying because the rash hurt so bad, I finally changed the diaper and treated the rash. He was snuggly grateful when it was done and I was horribly guilty.

I’m writing all of this in a public entry, not because I’m seeking reassurance of my parenting skills, but because there should be public evidence that even parents who do stuff mostly right can mess up big time. Now I just need to fail Gleek and the set will be complete.

Suckered

A couple of weeks ago Link’s teacher spoke to me for a moment and told me that Link hadn’t been finishing his work at school. During reading time he’d sit and distract himself. He never disrupted other students, but he didn’t work either. She and I had a talk with him and then I heard no more about it. No notes came home, no unfinished papers came home, so I assumed that the situation had improved. Silly me. Link had been deliberately “forgetting” to put his homework folder in his backpack. It came home today with nearly two weeks worth of unfinished papers in it. Link and I had a “little” talk.

Now every school day he has to bring his homework folder home, even if it is empty. If he “forgets” it, I’ll send him back for it. If he finishes his school work during class time, then he gets a stamp on his hand. If he doesn’t finish the unfinished work has to come home and be completed BEFORE he is allowed to play. Homework can be completed in the evening, unfinished schoolwork comes before play time. So every day I will expect either a stamp or unfinished papers. I’m fairly confident that this solution will work for Link.

Now I’m just tired and worn out. I love having smart kids, but I have to work hard at staying cleverer than they are. Link suckered me good for the last couple of weeks and now I have to make sure that he can’t get away with it anymore because in the long run that would be bad. In theory the kids will eventually thank me for all this blatant manipulation.

Goodbye Freecycle

I took my name off the Freecycle mailing list today. I got some useful things from it and unloaded some stuff that I thought I’d never get rid of. But the local list moves too fast for me. Lately anything I might be interested in gets taken within minutes. If I want to get an item I have to notice it within minutes of it posting and I have to be willing to jump in my car and go get it right away. I’m not willing to put that much effort into monitoring the list and so the result is that I’m getting spammed with notices about items being offered and then taken.

I’ll probably sign up for it again when I’m actively seeking stuff, but for right now there isn’t anything I don’t have and really need.

The countdown has commenced

Link has begun a running tally of Days Until Christmas. This is very exciting to him since we’ve reached single digits. And even more so now that we’ve rounded the corner of the weekend and Christmas is THIS WEEK! Kiki is excited as well, but much more quietly. Gleek has absolutely no sense of time at all. For her if it isn’t Right Now, it is too far away. Patches is clueless, but enjoys the general excitment in the air.

Yesterday Howard tried to introduce Link to the intricasies of Holiday Counting. 6 days to Christmas, but christmas day doesn’t actually count, so it’s only 5 days. And today is half over, so we don’t need to count it. So that’s only 4 days. Oh, but school gets out on Wednesday, so it is really like Christmas begins then, so it is only TWO days.

Link looked at him like he was nuts. Link knows how to count, and that was just silly.