<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350928453175449042</id><updated>2012-01-23T21:23:12.245-05:00</updated><category term='babies'/><category term='resolution'/><title type='text'>all the livelong day</title><subtitle type='html'>this IS life. embrace it!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.:Amanda:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737244495740403579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350928453175449042.post-2609099141848758815</id><published>2012-01-18T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T19:27:21.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night-time Circus</title><content type='html'>So I have dubbed the nights at my house "The Circus".&amp;nbsp; It is a 2-ring act with alternating performances. See the showtimes below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8pm: Start discussing bedtime with Jace. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Time to start calming down." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO! I don't wanna go ni-ni!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*a flurry of activity follows to prove that he isn't tired, including jumping, stomping, car racing, and the hokey-pokey. Logan eggs him on.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm not sleepy!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Let's get your jammies on." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"NO! I don't want jammies!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“Do you want the car shirt or the train shirt?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want a cookie" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want apple juice"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;“You can have water.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't want water!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(Jace’s words are in bold to emphasize the fact that he cannot speak softly. Ever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9pm: Logan is bawling.&amp;nbsp; Feed Logan. Put him to bed.&amp;nbsp; Tiptoe out of the bedroom and shut the door.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, one down, one to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:15pm: Jace's laps up and down the hallway wake up Logan. (Think of the noise an adult hippopotamus would make if it ran inside your house.)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Look for Logan's paci. Move Logan's crib 4 feet to find the paci. Turn on Logan's music.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully Logan will go back to sleep.&amp;nbsp; Ahh, one down again.&amp;nbsp; Still one to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:30pm: “Let’s brush your teeth.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“I don’t wanna brush my teeth.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't brush your teeth I will take away your cars." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want my cars!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Ok, brush your teeth." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"My do it."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How clean are the teeth?&amp;nbsp; I dunno.&amp;nbsp; We’ll see what the dentist says whenever I finally have time to take Jace to the dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:35pm: &lt;strong&gt;"Mama, it's dark out?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it's dark out."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I want it sunny out!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Well, if you sleep, it will get sunny."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You lay down with me?"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00pm: Mama and Jace asleep in Jace's twin bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00am: Mama wakes up and goes to Mama and Daddy's bed with a sore back from the twin bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:05am: Apparently Logan has super hearing, and even though I QUIETLY tiptoed out of the kids’ room, Logan wakes up.&amp;nbsp; Logan comes in Mama &amp;amp; Daddy's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:00am: Mama wakes up.&amp;nbsp; Jace is sleeping in Mama &amp;amp; Daddy's bed with his leg draped over Logan.&amp;nbsp; No idea how he got there.&amp;nbsp; Put Logan back in his crib.&amp;nbsp; Leave Jace in our bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:30am: Logan wakes up screaming his head off.&amp;nbsp; Try to find the paci.&amp;nbsp; It's behind his crib again. Move the crib, give him the paci, turn the music on, walk back to M &amp;amp; D's bed.&amp;nbsp; Still screaming. Get back out of bed. Logan comes back to M &amp;amp; D's bed. Logan eats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:00am: Put Logan back in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00am: Alarm goes off. Press snooze until 6:35am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45am: Sneak out of the house so as not to wake up any children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00am: Work starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jace didn't even wet the bed in that scenario.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need sleep anymore.&amp;nbsp; I don't even feel tired today! (But don't try to cross me before I have had some coffee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say that the baby years go by so fast.&amp;nbsp; This is because you don't sleep for the first 2 years of a child's life.&amp;nbsp; Basically, it is one long day that lasts a couple years with a few naps thrown in.&amp;nbsp; "All the live-long day" takes on a new meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embrace it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PS: thanks to my cousin for finding the humor in her night-time circus.&amp;nbsp; You helped me find the humor in mine.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2350928453175449042-2609099141848758815?l=allthelivelongday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/feeds/2609099141848758815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-time-circus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default/2609099141848758815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default/2609099141848758815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-time-circus.html' title='The Night-time Circus'/><author><name>.:Amanda:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737244495740403579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350928453175449042.post-6623013497225323135</id><published>2012-01-06T19:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T19:17:59.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>babies</title><content type='html'>"Remember, you are not managing an inconvenience, you are raising a human being." &lt;br /&gt;-Kittie Frantz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We worry about what a child will be tomorrow, yet we forget that he is someone today." &lt;br /&gt;-Proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously mentioned, I have two kids. Jace is 2-1/2 and Logan is almost 6 months.&amp;nbsp; If you would have asked me when I graduated college what my life would be like in 4 years, I never would have dreamed that I would have two children.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;didn't even like kids! I never babysat, didn't have any siblings or cousins that were babies when I was old enough to remember it, and if I came across a small child that I was supposed to talk to, it was a totally awkward moment for me and probably for anyone watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along came Jace.&amp;nbsp; Clearly I decided that kids weren't too bad, because now Logan is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes ago I was laying on the couch with Logan sitting on my lap.&amp;nbsp; He was sort of babbling and yelling&amp;nbsp;at me and you could tell he was bored. He made a big screech and suddenly I screeched back at him- and his eyes lit up! He did it again with a different tone, and I copied.&amp;nbsp; We played like this for a few more reps. You could just see the wheels turning in his head: she can speak my language!!&amp;nbsp; What an awesome thing for a parent&amp;nbsp;to watch!&amp;nbsp; My baby just turned into a person! (It sounds bad that way, but come on, how much personality does a newborn have?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my New Year's resolution to "embrace the day" is to pay more attention to my kids.&amp;nbsp; I don't mean that I don't feed them, clothe them, bathe them, etc.&amp;nbsp; What I mean is that at the end of a day of work, it is easy to zone out into the TV or phone or computer with your kid on your lap.&amp;nbsp; This year, I will make an earnest effort to&amp;nbsp;read stories,&amp;nbsp;race cars, play patty cake, and sing "Rock-a-bye-bye" as Jace calls it.&amp;nbsp; These baby years go by fast- I better embrace them while I can!!!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Quotes were taken from the January 2012 issue of American Baby)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2350928453175449042-6623013497225323135?l=allthelivelongday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/feeds/6623013497225323135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/2012/01/babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default/6623013497225323135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default/6623013497225323135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/2012/01/babies.html' title='babies'/><author><name>.:Amanda:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737244495740403579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2350928453175449042.post-4537446854211572887</id><published>2012-01-03T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:28:12.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><title type='text'>Dreams of the day...</title><content type='html'>I am blessed with a wonderful &lt;strong&gt;husband&lt;/strong&gt;, two cute-as-can-be &lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt;, two (mildly annoying) &lt;strong&gt;dogs&lt;/strong&gt;, two&amp;nbsp;fish (they have an automatic feeder), a fixer-upper &lt;strong&gt;house&lt;/strong&gt;, and a full-time &lt;strong&gt;job&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At this time,&amp;nbsp;my blessings &lt;u&gt;do not&lt;/u&gt; include&amp;nbsp;a maid, a nanny, a dog sitter,&amp;nbsp;or a cook.&amp;nbsp; Or even a robot-vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights, I collapse in bed less than eight (or seven, or&amp;nbsp;six)&amp;nbsp;hours before I have to get up for work and lull myself to sleep with dreams. Dreams&amp;nbsp;of the day when I won't run around like a headless chicken every night after work.&amp;nbsp; Dreams of the day when the kids can get their own pajamas on.&amp;nbsp; Dreams of the day when I can afford a maid to do the laundry, and a cook to make dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it hit me: this IS life.&amp;nbsp; This IS the day.&amp;nbsp; Why not embrace it?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning in 2012, I will embrace the day.&amp;nbsp; And I will document it's craziness&amp;nbsp;on this blog.&amp;nbsp; My hope is, if nothing else, I will make someone else laugh and learn to embrace their day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2350928453175449042-4537446854211572887?l=allthelivelongday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/feeds/4537446854211572887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default/4537446854211572887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2350928453175449042/posts/default/4537446854211572887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthelivelongday.blogspot.com/2012/01/dreams-of-day.html' title='Dreams of the day...'/><author><name>.:Amanda:.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10737244495740403579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
