Early bird gets the worm, right?

Liam has always been a great sleeper. We can put him to bed between 7:30 and 8 pm and he usually does not get up until 7:30 am or sometimes later. I have loved this.

Recently due to a time change we have not been so lucky. We are still putting him to bed at the same time but now it's 5:30 am that I hear his door open and close and his little feet come running into our bedroom. At first it was 6 am and so I just let him climb into bed with us. It was only for 3-4 days that I allowed this before I realized that I was setting myself up for failure. And to prove me right, he has begun rising earlier and still running into our room. Now I force myself to get up, take him by the hand and return him to his own room. Where he will continue to sleep until 7 am. Me? Not so much. I lay awake in my own bed trying to shut down my brain which has already begun to think of all the things you think of while you're trying to get to sleep such as, What if Liam grows up to be a real jerk?, -or- What if Liam falls in love with a girl who's a real jerk? -or- What if I die in a plane crash, will Evan be able to find another woman as wonderful as I am to help him raise our son? I mean he's got zero game and the only reason we're together is because I kept pestering him on the bus when we were 16, asking him questions even though he would hardly talk to me.

These are all serious questions that I must try to answer at 5:45 in the morning. Until I give up and get up around 6:30.

The only bad part about all of this is I am falling asleep at 8 pm. Which means that when Liam gets me up at 5:30 I actually feel refreshed and the whole cycle continues.

I must stop the vicious cycle! But the couch and my favorite blanket just keep calling my name.

Dinner music

The other night we were listening to some music while eating our dinner. Liam asked, "What song this is, Daddy?" "It's called, eat your chicken and rice. From the musical eat your dinner and stop playing with your food."

I love Evan so much sometimes.

(We were actually listening to The Planets by Gustav Holst.)

The basics of toddler fashion

This morning Evan is taking Liam to the Normal Public Library for a special exhibit called, 'Trains, Trains, Trains!' Liam is very excited to be going somewhere with Daddy without me and reminded me numerous times this morning that, "Daddy and me are going to libaby and you are staying home with Butters." "You not coming Mom, only me and Dad are going to see trains."

So while Evan showered I told Liam that he should get dressed so he would be ready to go when Dad was. I set out a themed sweater for the train event and then thought Evan would not want to go anywhere with him in that so set off to try to find a t-shirt that had a train on it instead. When I came back into the room this is what I found.

With Liam telling me he was all dressed and ready to go,

                                             

As you can see he's still wearing his pajamas and just threw the sweater on top of his sleeper. I also think the boots add a nice touch. And no he did not go to the library like this and no I am not at all sad that I don't get to go.

Best Halloween giveaway is.....

These vampire teeth...that Liam continues to put in his mouth to try to scare us.

And those bubbles in his other hand. Top prize for best Halloween handout according to my little vampire.

Starving

Today, about 30 minutes after lunch we had this discussion:

L: "I'm hungry, Mom."
M: "How could you be hungry? You had 5 dinosaur chicken nuggets, cottage cheese and half a banana. And when I asked if you wanted more food you told me you were full."
L: "Yeah, but my belly is not big anymore, see?" Lifting his shirt up to show me how skinny he is. "So I need more food so it gets bigger."

Did I give in? Yes, but he only got to eat a Halloween cookie after he used the potty.

Meet Ivy

How could I have forgotten to blog about this! I am such a horrible aunt.

I am very proud to have a new niece, Ivy Gwendolyn Freeman, born September 26, 2013. She weighed 8 pounds 11 ounces and has "my" giant V birthmark across her forehead.

If it is truly a genetic inheritance she will not lose it until she turns 12 and her older siblings will constantly trace it with their finger to make her super mad. Not that this happened to me, my sisters were all very loving to me as we grew up together. Nor did anyone try to shove someone in a closet or encourage another to get closer to the table fan until our hair wrapped around the blades, while it was still powered on.

Oh, right, this post is about Ivy....here she is:

Music preferences

A few weeks ago Evan made a mix CD for Liam on our road trip to Indianapolis. He put many kid songs on it such as, "Mahna, mahna"; "C is for Cookie" and "We are the dinosaurs."

Liam asks to hear his dinosaur song every single time we are in the car now. I really liked this song at first but now it's getting a little old. I can't even distract him with a different really fun kid song because he just wants to hear the dinosaur song.

Evan also put a few other songs on this CD and the one that comes on right after the dinosaur song is "Blitzkrieg Bop" by The Ramones. I think we are finding out I am not much of a Ramones fan because everytime I reach for the skip button in the car, Liam yells, "No, Mom, I like that song don't skip it!"

So now I get to listen the dinosaur song which is starting to creep under my skin and Blitzkrieg Bop right afterwards. Which I already can't stand. At least the next song is Grover's "Monster in the Mirror" to bring me back down into a relaxed state. Or maybe I should have Evan add "I wanna be sedated" by the Ramones. I can listen to that one without cringing.

And so you can suffer through enjoy the music that I hear every single time we are in the car...

We are the dinosaurs

Blitzkreig Bop by The Ramones