Sleep

We have quite the ridiculous co-sleeping set-up in our bedroom. It consists of a twin bed against the wall (where Silas & I sleep), another twin bed (where Henry sleeps) and a queen-sized bed where my husband sleeps.

There's a bedrail in between the two twin mattresses to keep Henry from migrating over and lying all over me. (It's enough that I have to deal with Silas hogging my space; I don't think my back could take two barnacle children.)

However, this doesn't keep Henry from pressing himself right.up.against.the.bedrail, or from hanging his head around the end of it.


That's my view when I look to my right. (The blue thing is the bedrail, by the way.)

Here's the view to my left:


They're never sweeter than when they're sleeping.

My Child's Hair...

It defies gravity!

Playing Catch Up

I've been a bad, bad mommy blogger. Silas is growing so fast and I'm not getting it all down here the way I did for Henry. Poor second child.

So, without further ado, here's my attempt to catch up.

Silas turned one (two months ago!) and at his check up on December 1st he was 21 pounds (29th percentile) and 31 inches tall (82nd percentile).

At fourteen months (in two days) he's not yet walking, not really signing (he seems to do "milk" occasionally, but not with any regularity), not eating much beyond some banana and liver sausage and not sleeping through the night (which surprises me not at all).

What is he doing? Smiling, chattering, being mischevious, snuggling, plunking the piano keys, saying "uh oh!" and "Gg-gg!" (when he sees our cat, who I call a "good girl"), giving big open-mouthed kisses, pressing various items to his head until I say, "Is it a hat?" and then giggling, squealing with laughter when I tie his (actual) hat under his chin, playing nicely by himself for five minutes or more at a time (when he's well rested), and basically being a complete joy.

Tel-evolution

Way back before Silas was born, I started thinking about letting Henry watch a little television here and there. You know, educational videos, to further his interests and supplement our homeschooling.

So when Silas arrived and we were desperate for Henry to be quietly occupied, he and his dad sat down together and pulled up a children's science show called Beakman's World on Netflix. For the first ten minutes it was nothing but camp: people in costumes, joke-telling, just plain silliness. Henry said, "Why aren't they trying to teach me anything?"

They shut it off and instead my husband introduced Henry to Carl Sagan's Cosmos. He.ate.it.up. God, I love that kid.

From there, though, it started to go downhill, particularly after my husband returned to work. Henry is very needy and fairly loud (we never realized how much he talks nor how loudly until we had a baby in the house). I could not get Silas settled down to sleep with Henry jumping around and making noise.

So...I introduced him to Kipper. And Dora the Explorer. And Blue's Clues. Essentially all the videos he would have been watching as a two-year old, had he watched TV then. He was still really sensitive to anything the least bit intense or scary so options were limited.

I'm happy to report, though, that Henry's viewing preferences have swung back around to documentaries -- anything by Nova or the History Channel or Discovery Channel or PBS. It's amazing to see him soaking up information from shows intended for someone much, much older. He really loves to learn.

Of course, he has also somehow (*cough* my husband *cough*) become interested in Godzilla and is working his way through every Godzilla movie ever made. I guess not everything has to be cerebral. Or good.

Morning

Silas, this morning you slept in, long after Daddy and Henry had gone downstairs. You stirred at one point, raised your head to look around, and then burrowed into my neck. I'd been awake for a while and was getting restless. I looked over at my iPhone on the dresser and wished I had it in my hand to mindlessly surf the internet.

But then, as I felt your warm, fuzzy head resting against me, I realized how fleeting these moments are. You're getting so big so fast. I imagined you as a teenager, too busy for his mom; a young adult, out on his own; and a man with a family to take care of. And I let you snuggle into me until you woke up and smiled your sunny smile at me.

Good morning, baby.

Dreaming Silas

Henry Quotes (November 2011 Edition)

HENRY: When Maddy was over we were writing messages to each other. I wrote, "Maddy sat in a chair and a T-Rex ate her."
ME: What did she say?
HENRY: She said, "Awkward." And I said, "Yeah, that IS awkward!"

Henry & my husband watched a documentary about Jake Jabara, who flew combat in the Korean war and was the first American jet ace in history. At the end, the announcer stated that Jabara tragically died in a car accident at the age of 43. Henry said, "They say that like 43 is young." And he was honestly puzzled.