Today’s lesson: If you really wanted to help, then you would have offered to get up with the crying baby instead of offering to stay in bed with him.
It’s summer and school just let out last week. That means that Grandma is back in town – or more specifically back in the guest room. I guess here is where I make a couple confessions: 1) I co-sleep with the baby. This comes from not wanting to spend hours sleeping in the rocking chair like I did with Liam. 2) We kicked Ian out of bed (and into the guest room) so that all three of us could get more sleep. We’ve had the occasional guest since Grandma left last year, but they all stayed for only one (weekend) night and we suffered through it. Grandma’s visit is different: it lasts about a month.
I have a friend – Cheryl – whom I’ve known for well over 20 years. The other day, I got a message from her asking for help. While many of the rest of people I went to school with have had at least one child (if they want any), she and her husband are struggling. Over the past few years, they’ve dealt with a variety of health problems and preexisting conditions. The result of these problems and conditions is that natural conception is not an option for them. She and her husband would love to have children and would be great parents to any children they manage to have. They have attempted In Vitro Fertilization (IVF) already which resulted in a pregnancy that, unfortunately, ended in the miscarriage of a much loved and wanted baby.
Cheryl and Colin would like to try IVF again, but the cost is prohibitive. It costs $14,000 per treatment. That’s $14,000 that our provincial health plans won’t cover. They’re asking for help because even with them both working (and Cheryl at two jobs), it’s difficult for them to pull together that $14,000 without going into debt. They’ve already raised 1/10th of the funds they need for the procedure but they still need another $12,600 .
She asked me to help spread the word. So this is for Cheryl – a mother-in-waiting: if you can spare a little bit, please go here to donate. If you can’t, please consider helping to spread the word so that those who can donate have the chance to help Cheryl and Colin start their family.
To all those who help even just a little bit, thank you.
Today’s Lesson: If you put things where they don’t belong, then you’ll find them when you least expect it.
Back in July, when Callan was nearing his big 0.5, I dragged out the highchair – or what I could find of it. I spent a few days searching for the liner and straps. I swear I dug through every box that could possibly have it inside and a whole bunch that couldn’t. I looked under the stairs, in every closet, all through the basement storage room. In the end, I gave up. I didn’t even wind up going to the fabric store and picking up new webbing for straps. By the time I reconciled myself to the fact that I wouldn’t find the original straps anytime soon, I had discovered that Callan could stay in the seat perfectly well with the hip straps and the tray holding him in place.
Today’s lesson: What goes around comes around OR Now you know how your brother felt when you kept taking his toys.
This afternoon marked one of the first in a sure to be long line of complaints from Liam about Callan touching his toys. Earlier, Liam had dragged out the Mega Blocks My Pirate Ship so he could play with it in the living room. There he was standing in front of the couch with the pirate ship sitting on the cushions as he played with all the bits and pieces when I heard, “Mummy, get Callan.” This is Liam’s cue that he doesn’t like where Callan is. Sure enough, Callan was standing at the opposite end of the couch from me, inching his way towards that really interesting toy that his big brother was playing with.
I’m a Big Brother! by Ronne Randall, illustrated by Kristina Stephenson
One of our newest acquisitions, I’m a Big Brother! was a gift for Liam from Grandma (Ian’s mother) when she came to visit after Callan was born. It begins on the day that Luke’s parents bring the new gender non-specific baby home from the hospital (Liam has named this baby Callan and I am required to replace the word Baby with Callan) and deals with his desire to play with his new sibling who needs to grow first.
It’s a sweet little story that doesn’t show any of the jealousy that I was scared of getting from Liam. I consider it a wonderful example for him and consequently read it to him quite a bit…to the point that he started requesting it. This, too, got added to our bedtime story list which generally made it difficult to make sure that I read Luke but said Liam (reading when you’re tired always makes it harder to switch names like that).
All in all, it’s a great story and I would totally recommend it to parents who are worried about their toddler’s reaction to his new little brother or sister. There is also one for little girls called I’m a Big Sister!
Today’s lesson: Don’t wish time away because you never know what you will miss when it’s gone.
It’s no secret that in the evening, after the kids have gone to bed my husband and I get online and play World of Warcraft together (though that will probably change to the new Star Wars game when it comes out since it’s Star Wars and looks awesome so far). We’ve been playing with a few guys for years now and last night, Ian managed to convince one of the guys who used to play with us to get on our chat program for a visit. Liam (who never sleeps) just happens to adore this guy and wound up commandeering his father’s headset to talk to him.
The cute little, “Hello Robbie,” had everyone going, “aww,” and we all cut back on the conversation a bit to listen to my three-year-old chat with Rob. When Ian finally wrested his headset away from Liam (I heard a scream of frustrated anger from Ian’s computer room when Liam lost control of the microphone), one of the mothers in the channel commented on how she couldn’t wait for her little girl (almost a year old) to start really talking instead of baby babble.
Or Using Star Wars Impersonations to Determine Baby Health.
Recently, the little guy has started gurgling quite frequently. Before he’d do it on occasion and no one would really take notice except to answer back with a gurgle of his (or my) own. This all changed late last week when he started going on gurgling binges. He can go for a good five minutes straight gurgling and giggling before taking a little break just to start up again. His grandmother noticed this the other day and prompted the discussion about Callan sounding like a Wookie.
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