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One little monkey jumping on the bed

Let’s hope she doesn’t fall off and bump her head…

It’s official – Della is in a big girl bed. We got her a twin bed this past weekend, and so far she’s doing great in it. She did sleep in a twin bed the whole time we were in Canada a few weeks ago and didn’t have any issues at all, so I was hopeful that would just carry over to this one as well. So far, so good (knock on wood!).

Speaking of Canada, I just realized I still owe you pictures from that trip. Oops! Sorry, hang tight for those.

But back to the bed. We opted to go for a full-on twin instead of a toddler bed, because she’ll need one this size eventually anyway, so why waste money on 2 beds? Her crib did convert to a toddler bed, but we need it in crib form for #2 here in a few weeks.

So D is now in her big bed in her room, the crib is set up in our room for the baby, and we’ll put the 2 kids together as soon as the baby sleeps through the night so he/she doesn’t disturb D all the time. She slept through the night by 2-3 months old, so hopefully this one will figure that out fairly quickly as well.

D was a little confused when she saw the crib in our bedroom for the first time, though. “No, mize,” she kept saying, which translates into “no, mine.” Fortunately there’s been no issue since, so hopefully it stays that way. It’s still so funny seeing our little peanut all curled up in a big bed. She doesn’t like to get under the covers, so we just put her blankets on top of her as she lies on top of her new owl comforter. Fine by me, though – fewer sheets I have to wash.

saying night-night to all the decals on her wall. a bedtime must…

 Sweet dreams, peanut!

 

 

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Is it the teeth?

I know I’ve mentioned it before, but Della has pretty much been a champ sleeper since she started sleeping through the night around 2ish months old. But lately something has really been throwing her snoozing out of whack.

It started a couple weeks ago. We do her usual bedtime routine – read a few books in her chair before bed, take her books and little toys to bed, say night-night to all the characters on her wall, she turns on her little musical/nature sounds thing that hangs on the side of the crib, then we put her blanket on and voila. Sleep.

Now, however, once we leave the room, the cries start. As soon as we get back to the living room and sit down we hear, “Mama, Dada, Mama, Dada….” And instead of trailing off as she falls asleep as they have in the past, her cries just get more persistent. So one of us will usually go in, rock her for a minute or 2 since she always stands up and says “rock” at that point, then she’s usually good for the night once back in her crib. Sometimes it does take a couple rounds, but most often if she cries like that it’s just once we go in and then done.

It used to be like this for her naps too, but fortunately those have gotten better. Now I can usually just put her down and that’s that, as it used to be.

I can’t figure out what’s throwing the little girl off so much. At first I thought maybe it was not having her daycare routine in place anymore and being home all day with me. Then I thought maybe it’s her 2 year molars, since all 4 of those have come in during basically this same poor-sleep time frame too.

Oh, she’s also started waking up about once a night most nights now too. That seems to have coincided with this crying bedtime routine window as well.

Any ideas? Do you think it’s her teeth? Growth spurt? Just annoyed? I’m all ears, because within the next couple weeks we also need to transition her into a big bed to get the crib moved into our room for Dv2.0. Hopefully that doesn’t completely make her head explode.

 

 

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There’s a ghost in our house

The other night I sat D in the bathroom sink to wash her hands and feet. At some point she must have stood up and planted her left hand on the mirror for balance, because later in the night I found that little reminder above. A reminder that yes, a munchkin lives in our house.

My first thought was to just clean it off, but then I realized that never again will her hands be that exact tiny size. So what else was there to do but take a picture?

And do a little comparison.

They don’t show up extremely well, and it was hard to even capture the hand prints at all with a white ceiling and bright lighting, but I tried to see just how big mine was next to her 22-month-old hand.

Della and Mommy.

Not ghosts.

 

 

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Anyone else ever heard of this?

Parents of kids who’ve had hand, foot, and mouth, I have a question for you. Or adults who’ve had it themselves too, I guess. Anyone with any experience with HFM, please come over here.

Did any of your kids’ fingernails or toenails fall off after a really bad case?

Yeah, I know, that’s disgusting, isn’t it? Here’s the thing…

The index, middle, and thumb nails on Della’s right hand have all been looking like they’re going to fall off this past week. Discolored, kind of thick-looking, and starting to separate from the cuticle area. My first thought was she must have gotten them slammed/stuck in something at daycare, because we never heard her cry about it at home. But there’s never been any bruising on any of the fingers or nail beds, just these weird nails.

Then this weekend Ryan noticed that both of her big toenails are doing the same thing. So gross!

He typed in “toddler’s fingernails falling off” in Google yesterday, and apparently a bunch of the comments about it were from parents who saw it as a result of severe cases of HFM. Bingo! That must be it. D’s 2nd case was definitely much, much worse than her 1st, and I would call it severe. Wouldn’t you?

Has anyone else ever experienced this or even heard of it? Those dangling nails are really grossing me out.

 

 

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Hippity-hoppity

Easter’s on its way! And I’m so excited to fill an Easter basket and help the Easter Bunny set up an egg hunt for D this year, since she’ll be able to do it on her own this time. Last year she was too little and had to help Daddy hunt for his eggs. But this year it’ll be all her.

My mom got her a ridiculously cute bunny coat last Easter, and it still just fits for this one. The sleeves are getting a little too short, but we had to wear it this week to celebrate. It’s luxuriously soft and furry, with a pink satin lining, bunny ears, and a little cotton ball-esque bunny tail on the back hem. Get out of here!

Here she is modeling and showing yet again what a difference a year makes… (please pardon the crappy phone picture from this year, but she now insists on being able to see herself when you take her picture)

 

 

 

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Ode to daycare

Oh, our daycare, we do love it so.

D loves to constantly learn and play and grow.

She whines a little when we arrive,

But after hand washing she’s off to thrive.

 

Her days are filled with art and song,

And sometimes she acts like she’d rather stay there all night long.

The teachers in all of her rooms so far

Have been absolutely wonderful – right now she’s a Shining Star.

 

But there’s just one thing about which I need to complain.

And no, it’s not that today’s filled with rain.

You see this thing keeps happening;

This thing which does not make my heart sing.

 

Every couple weeks the tell-tale signs begin –

Coughing, sneezing, snot rivers down to D’s chin.

Her excellent sleep patterns are soon replaced

By this screaming monster whom I’d like to punch in the face.

 

Not one night has gone by this week

Where we haven’t awoken to her midnight shriek.

“No, not again, go back to sleep!” I silently pray.

For I know this will lead to yet another horrible day.

 

A double ear infection, pink eye, and yes, she’s on meds.

Unfortunately they haven’t yet helped to calm her nighttime head.

I, too, now feel the beginning of this damn stupid cold,

And these aches, pains, and bloodshot eyes are getting quite old.

 

So dear daycare, you’re the best, but give me a break!

I don’t know how much more sickness our little family can take.

Your kids are all cute, I’m not gonna lie.

But I’m now pretty certain they can all shoot biological-warfare grade snot straight out of their eye.

 

 

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