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Early Morning Tantrum

Z woke up at 5:30 am and we brought him into our bed in hopes he’ll go back to sleep. Well, he tried alright. M, being the tired and cranky one, had very little tolerance for him because he was kicking m in he back. The minute M raised his voice and threatened to take him back to his crib, Z started throwing his tantrum.

This is how the exchange of dialogue went:

Z: I’m hungry. I want something to eat.
M: It’s too early. (it was around 6am)
Z: I wanna go now. ( whiningly)
Me: Zuzu, we can go in 10 minutes.
Z: (started complaining and whining more)9 50%
M: (started laughing) what?
Z: (laughing as well). The binger.
Me: what’s a binger?
Z: it goes ‘bing’
M: oh, the timer! (more laughter). Oh, ok. You win. Let’s go downstairs.


Having a video monitor is very useful – in the sense that you can see whether you need to go to your baby before you do. On the other hand, I find myself,?many a time, watching it as if it’s tv. Especially these last few weeks, there has been too many sleepless nights and early mornings.

I think between the two kids, we monitor Z’s sleep patterns more than V’s. Eversince being sick the 2nd time this year, he has been waking at night and getting up really early – like 4:30 am, or in case of today, 3:30 am. Normally when she’s not sick, I am able to put her down awake and she’ll go right back to sleep without much fuss. But with teething and a cold, that’s a tall order from a baby, I’d say.

I was so relieved to see that he’s still asleep even if he is in this position. It’s his “I’m too sexy for my bed.” pose. He does from time to time and it always makes me smile.

This was V, 30 minutes ago, after I fed and changed her. Happily sucking on her hands and talking to herself, I thought she might fall asleep on her own after. Not a fat chance! She got frustrated and started crying out so in comes mommy to the rescue. Now she is nursing and I’m hoping to put her back in the crib for a couple of hours.
V has been sleeping in the carseat almost all might so I thought to give a break.

Poor girl is getting 2 needles on her birthday. Happy birthday, V!

Funny Things Z Says

Z: mommy, you are still fat?
Me: yes, I’m still fat.
Z: come exercise.

Me: (singing ‘I’ve been working n a railroad…’
Z: don’t do that again.
(it’s a bedtime song only, apparently.)

As I’m putting on the wrap to get V ready for her last nap.
Z: mommy, don’t put that thing on.
Me: why not?
Z: I want you to play with me.

M: I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.
Z: you going to the bafroom?
M. Yes, it’s “bathroom”, not “bafroom”
But I think it’s cute the way you say it.
Z: bafroom. Bafroom. (giggles).

23/365 – My Two-year Old Dictator

Another day at home with lots of tv viewing. When u have 2 kids, it’s challenging. Z had a vomit episode at breakfast this morning. He wasn’t feeling well since waking.

For most of the day I took turns putting V to sleep and trying to play with him. I was tired out from last night. We had to bring him in his morning at 4:25 am and it took almost 45 min for him to fall asleep. I feared he wouldn’t sleep at all and would want to just play. I was relieved he slept for a bit – maybe an hour or less.

While I was on our bed with him, M was on the floor in V’s room since she had to go in the carseat. It really bites when both kids are sick.

I try to rotate V between her recliner, Exersaucer, the floor and holding her. While she was in there this morning and I was playing with Z, he pointed out to, “Look, mommy, V is holding on!”. She had a huge smile on her face when I turned to look at her, as if she was so proud to have grabbed something on her own.

This afternoon, just before M came home, I had my hands full. Literally, V was on me in a wrap and I had he Wii remote in my right hand, trying to play Wii bowling. He was making me play all he different sports and telling me when to stop and continue. He would tell me to switch sports or do it again. It was hilarious. I was being controlled by my two-year old boy.

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