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Sleeping with the bailey

12-04-2008

So, the weekend!

Last week was a pretty awful one, Bailey has been having night terrors all last week about a swarm of bees in his room... on Friday Jenny discovered that at his school they had been reading a story about bees (or it was possibly the DVD 'Bees' - we're not entirely sure). Thursday night both the kids ended up falling asleep down stairs and Bailey ended up in our bed. Which meant we endured a night of being kicked, elbowed, butted, slapped and punched as the lad flipped, tossed and turned about in the bed. I never realised he was such an active sleeper. And poor Bella endured the rigours of a well rested sleep. The upside to this strategy was that Bailey didn't even murmour all night. The downside was that Bailey no longer wanted to sleep in his own bed

Over the weekend he has slept in with Bella. On saturday he managed to push her out of bed about four or five times. the first we would know about it would be the great big 'Thump' and she hit the floor (poor girl) while Bailey carried on oblivious.

Mentally Challenged

17-02-2008

I'm not sure what it is about small children. Maybe we're not compatible, maybe ours have some kind of attention deficit disorder but it seems that Baley and Bela are intent on driving Jenny and myself totally insane. We've tried all kinds of means to counter or minimise their attacks on our mental state. Nothing appears to work.

Yesterday, between them, they probably spent the entire day in their room. It seems there's a conspiracy to get me locked up in a mental home so they can live off my millions - can you spot the flaw in their plan?

Night Terrors

10-02-2008

Bailey sometimes freaks me out in a major way when he has night terrors (nightmares that make him hysterical). He has them quite often, sometimes he just needs to pee, others it's difficult to even get any sense out of him at all. Then there are the times he stares right past me, as if looking at someone, or something in the corner of the room. When you ask him if he needs to pee, or if he's had a nightmare he doesn't answer... just stares at this invisible 'entity' and says nothing. This spooks me out so much that the hairs will stand up on the back of my neck. Tonight he was shaking with fear, and definitely looking at something. I had to take him out of his bedroom and into ours, where I turned on the lights and before he calmed down he had to inspect every corner of the room and he didn't want to go back into his own bed.

Maybe I've watched too much Medium but I'm convinced that he's convinced there's someone/thing there - and that scares the shit out of me.

Riley's First Bottle - Bailey's First Camp Out

04-05-2007

Riley had his first taste of formula last night after we decided that it probably wasn’t healthy for Jenny, feeding every hour for 30 minutes throughout the night and then ensuring that World War Three didn’t break out between the two warring factions (Bailey and Bella) in the day time while having a little person permanently attached to her breast. It was a little too much to expect for one person.

I’m certainly not disappointed; it means that I get some quality time with the little guy, feeding, nappy changes and cuddles which I was missing out on due to my lack of lactating breasts. I think the first night went pretty much as expected… I think little babies are like pigs and dogs in the sense that unless you stop them, they’ll eat 'til they make themselves vomit. Which is what poor Riley did, he couldn’t get enough like "What’s this good stuff? Why wasn’t I given this earlier?"

I got to feed him this morning for the first time and it was brilliant. It was probably the first time he was awake on me and content, not sniffing the air for a nipple to chew on, just propped up on my shoulder gazing around the room, drooling.

Tonight I promised bailey that we would spend the night in the new tent we bought last weekend. Hopefully Jen is going to borrow a double inflatable mattress from a friend and we’ll get into our jimmies and camp out, for Bailey the first time ever, for me, the first time since leaving Golcar many, many moons ago. With a bit of luck he’ll fall fast asleep and I can sit in a deck chair starring at the stars and sipping whiskey in my US Army Issue Parka, yeah - right! We all know that he’ll still be awake midnight, fighting with every ounce of consciousness left in him, chattering on about everything and nothing… a lot like me.

Me? Modest? Never

21-02-2007

...certainly not where my Children are concerned. Becky (congrats on becoming Mrs Gill), a friend of mine asked me to show her some photo's of the kids so I sent her links to my Flickr account to which she replied "it has to be said - you have two of the cutest kids that I've

ever seen!". It has to be said that they are the two greatest achievements of my otherwise uneventful existence. I actually can't take all the credit - Jenny is probably the reason they're growing up good, strong and above all sane... if pride really is a sin, then I'm going to hell god damn it!