Knees and Sleep

V. keeps getting up on his knees to do that rocking back-and-forth thing babies do before they really figure out the crawling. Poor little uncoordinated monkey. Or, gorilla. J. (the husband) brought home a stuffed gorilla yesterday, and V. is quite pleased with it.

I was on CafeMom yesterday, in the "Born in October 2007" group, and I seriously think that some folks are totally full of it. "Little Aiden/Madison is talking, crawling, signing and eating filet mignon!" Riiiiiiiight. I may be a first timer, but I'm not an idiot. I'm thinking that a lot of people think that babbling 'ma ma ma ma ma' is 'talking.' And, that scooting is 'crawling.'

The Mommy Competition is already on, and they're only 7 months old. And, I suck at it already.

We are right on target, so far as I'm concerned.

We are all really tired, though. Night weaning is just not fun, it is, in fact, mostly comprised of hour-long cry-a-thons and the kicking off of blankets. We brought out the big guns, though--J. dug out the space heater. In May. Energy conservation be damned. So, between the warm, and the binkie, and the dark, and the general acceptance that he wasn't going to nurse, he finally passed out. And, I did. At 4:30, or so.

Better late than never.