Monday, February 25, 2008

Babies and Booze

Ok, so that's a bit provocative for a title, but ... these things must be done to keep the readership happy, right?


Anyway, since we've returned I'm happy to say Beatrice has reverted back to being a baby who sleeps through the night...ALONE. In the wee hours of Saturday morning, she did her very best to weasel into our bed, but we stood our ground and wouldn't let her leave her room. Lots of new parents (after cursing me profusely) have asked how in the world we got Beatrice to sleep through the night so early.
*Answer 1: We didn't, she really did it on her own; she's a baby that likes to sleep. (We're positive the next one will sleep 5 hours total between ages 0-2.)
*Answer 2: After about 8 weeks, once we put her down for the night, we never let her leave that room. Thus we spent quite a bit of time at midnight/2am in her room, in the dark. Not sure if that is the magic answer, but Friday night, after about a half hour, that's what finally worked.

We had a nice weekend, and we agreed that the best end to a week's vacation is two full days at home relaxing. At least we finally got two full nights of sleep! Beatrice has enjoyed being at home. She first had to play with EVERY SINGLE ONE of her toys on Saturday morning (and combing through all of her books to find pictures of "ba ba ba" balloons). And on Sunday we got her a real chair. Which she loves climbing in and out of. And sitting in with her various stuffed animals.

I've included some other random shots from the weekend. Helping Daddy put on his shoes...sitting with her babies...

...and examples of Beatrice dressing herself. I know no one believes me, but she picked out these shoes (1 inch too long) which she insisted on wearing for an hour, and then these leg warmers on her arms. It's amazing how much you can communicate with pointing and grunting.

So finally...babies and booze...Beatrice was playing with her babies again today (dancing a jig with them actually), when she heard Daddy making martinis. In the end, she got an olive. A pre-gin-soaked one.


1 comment:

Sarah Jarvis said...

Ok, no - not a pre-gin soaked one...an UN-gin-soaked one!