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Archive for the day “May 8, 2012”


Last night was rough. V woke up at 7:30pm, not long after I stepped out to go to the gym and shopping. My shopping had to be cut short because she wouldn’t go back to sleep with M. In the end, she had a hard time resettling and fell asleep only at 9:55 pm. Z woke up 3 times, all of which involved him crying and complaining about his knees hurting. M had to sleep in his room on the couch at the 4 am wake up Z was so tired he slept till 7 am – do rare!
Breakfast did not go so well for both kids. In fact, Z gagged and threw up while eating a grilled cheese sandwich and V just had no interest in eating anything that was on a spoon. So it’s a low key day, lots of tv and just taking it easy.

And here’s V taking her
Morning nap on me. I didn’t cover her and was more relaxed about her sleep today. I really need to stuck to her schedule of napping at 9. It just makes things easier.

127/365 Substitute Blogger – Daddy`s Entry

Okay, L had a rough day and asked me to blog instead. `No Problem!` Here is what I know happened today.  V had a crappy day with naps.  They went to the local mall for some groceries and to the early years center.  They also stopped by the library and took out a bunch of basketball books.  L left for the gym and I suggested heading off to the Superstore where there`s a Goodlife.  V Woke Up.  F**k!  Earlier, we switched the white noise makers, giving her a louder one.  No good.  She still woke at 7:40pm.  I was running out of battery power in both blackberry and itouch… I was worried.  She fell back asleep for a 1/2 hour then totally lost her cool.  Ended up taking her down and watching TV until “Wawa” came home.  I had a little conversation with V.

She looks around; panic sets in. Whimpers. “Wawa?” Looking around, she repeats, “Wawa??” in a higher tone.

“V, mama’s not home.  You’ve got me. ” I say to her in a comforting tone.

“Hhrmm.”  She wasn’t convinced.

Z woke up at 10:40pm.   I hear crying and he’s calling me (daddy).

“Where are you?”, I ask, hoping he’s in his big bed still.  There’s no response. I walk in the dark till I bump into his bed.  He’s still in there.  “What’s wrong?”  I find him compressed against the headboard.

“Why is the clock blinking?”  he asks in a sleepy voice.

“I think the power blew in your room.”  He says nothing. “Go back to sleep. Here is Papoo (the monkey) ”  “I wann song” “No, Zuzu.” “Where’s buddy….I WAAAnnnnnn sonnng.” he was already falling asleep.

Otherwise, it was a normal day…


I’m behind in my posts. Been having some busy hectic days.

Baby you can drive my car.

Z drives, too.

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