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Jennifer.
Mama. I have a problem with shopping. Night crier. Home decorating. Nacho cheese takes everything up a notch. Not afraid to love Britney Spears. Trying to own all the paper products in the world.
Nathan.
Wild man. Runs on tip toes. Into choo choos and trash trucks. Might miss something when he's asleep. Thomas is everything. Enjoys long walks. Are fruit snacks in the food pyramid? There is no one cuter.
Brian.
Daddy. Cleans his cleaning products. Works for the red roof. Should be in a rock band. Solves all family problems. Drinks way more creamer than coffee. Will be playing Xbox when he's 80.
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Monday, January 27, 2014, 2:35 PM
Where have I been, you ask? Trapped in a hell hole of WHEN DID MY INFANT BECOME A MAN WHO STAYS UP PARTYING WITHOUT SLEEP FOR WEEKS ON END.
Let's first chat it up about Christmas. Our house won all sorts of awards for looking Christmasy.
We had our own 3-person Christmas celebration here in Arkansas before hitting the road to torture. It was glorious. Nathan is starting to pick up on all the little Christmas traditions that I was putting down. Of course we started talking up Santa, big time. Look! He even wrote young Nathan on Christmas eve:
Nathan's big present was a gender-neutral kitchen set that does everything including your taxes. We were so excited to give it to him, even though when I told my Dad about it on the phone, he said I should have got him some Army toys. I don't care if Nathan knows how to make a casserole when he grows up.
We then drove to Kansas for a little time with my family. The only photo you'll need to see from our time there, features the legs of my Gramma, or Gramcracker, as we call her.
Christmas in Kansas was where Nathan will have begun what I would like to call, my worst nightmare. I've always been very superstitious about his sleep. He always sleeps like a professional sleeping baby, however, I just believe that at any time, even though most people enjoy it, he will stop forever and my life will spiral into a great depression. Without going in to great lenths, Nathan tested and broke the limits of how much sleep, if any, a less-than-two-year-old boy needs to operate for an entire week. Turns out he can go for a long time. I felt like I was on drugs at a bad techno rave. We ended up coming home early because we all felt like killing ourselves. Except for Nathan, who was ready to to get his first tattoo and go bungee jumping.
Because he had become a master at crib climbing, we were forced to purchase a video monitor, toddler bed and an operation that would remove my heart from my body.
Honestly, how did I ever live without a video monitor. That thing is TITS. I will be spying on Nathan until he is 45 years old.
I am proud to say after many long weeks in the deep circles of hell, Nathan is back to sleeping and sleeping in a big boy bed. Naps on the otherhand are like shirts that look good on me. Very hard to find. The other day, he napped for the first time since Christmas and it was like trumpets played and the angels sang. And then it never happened again.
New Years Eve found us with our best new Arkansas friends having a celebration that included 4 kids under 4, me wanting to let out my wild side, Cards Against Humanity and Brian taking too much advantage of a midnight kiss.
Some things of note in our new 2014:
We've found Nathan his permanent place of haircutting. They have a train table. They have animal crackers. And they even do haircutting birthday parties. What? Also, I'm trying to figure out how to ask that girl to become part of my family.
Nathan NEVER STOPS MOVING. I come from a family of docile deer-like girls who slowly do things after we've said we'd do them 12 years ago. Nathan operates at max speed, on the autobahn, and his car is on fire.
So I have enrolled him in the Little Gym, where we take a cool class every Wednesday and he gets to throw large balls at my face during ball time. But I love it for us. I also found a MOPS group and a future mother's-day-out program. Thank you Jesus.
All is well in the Natural State. Why don't you come for a visit and stay forever.