Happy Friday, Sportsfans. Let's do an old numbered post, shall we?
1. No new news on the news I didn't tell you yesterday. I am a worst case scenario person so have decided the lack of news means it is going to fall through and am considering a mild pre-emptive depression so that I have a head start if it does fall through. May just eat lots of cookies instead.
2. I love you guys. No, really, I mean that and I'm not even drunk. It was so much fun reading all the words you picked to describe me and you were all so sweet to pick mostly nice ones instead of "whiny" and "petulant" and "self-absorbed." I don't usually do this, especially since some of us don't know each other all that well, but, well... how about a group hug? Really. Oh come on, it will be nice. No? Ok, I guess I can see your point. Just a little hug maybe? Ok, ok. I suppose that means you don't want to kiss either. Darn.
3. One of my best qualities is how freely and humbly I admit to being wrong when I'm, you know, wrong. Ha! I'm lying! I never admit to being wrong! It helps, of course, that I never am wrong and therefore never have anything to admit. However, I will admit that in the last couple days I seem to have become more right on a subject so in the interest of full disclosure I figured I should fill you in on my improved understanding of the matter.
We are still having a lot of trouble getting Mia to go to and stay in bed (although napping has improved roughly nine million percent). One of the big problems we have is that she will fall asleep nursing/rocking (I'm not stopping, don't bother telling me I shouldn't do it) and then wake up and scream the second I try to put her in her crib. Now, as she is my precious wittle angel monkey and cannot be permitted to endure the smallest moment of distress, I have been snatching her from her crib the second she makes a peep and rocking her back to sleep, just to do the exact same thing again, over and over, ad infinitum. Except that yesterday, I decided to instead put her in her crib and just walk out and shut the door. And every time I have done it, she has gone back to sleep. Quickly. And last night she not only went to sleep, she then proceeded to sleep 5 hours straight, which is not that impressive for a nine month old child but is huge for us Cactus-Fishes.
So anyway, it's nice to have become so much more brilliantly correct in my child sleep theories. We are trying some other things too and I will let you know if they work. If they don't work I will never mention them - see above about how I am always right.
4. That's it for now. Mia and I are going to another Boob Posse meeting this morning so I need to go dig out my Birkenstocks and dress Mia in all-natural, un-dyed hemp-fiber, fair trade, cloth diapers. She's already wearing her hippie shirt.