I haven’t been inspired to sew all week. Instead I’ve been filling my down time with Big Brother UK, which is so much better than Big Brother US, I cannot even begin to tell you. This one makes the US version feel so contrived and lame. For my British readers: thank fuck Shree is gone, I could not stand to see him speak.
You don’t need to watch the show to find this funny.
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I’m developing a love for wall clocks. I’m not sure where it is coming from, but I would like to start a small collection of them. I’m not one for collecting things, other than empty boxes (this habit goes back about 20 years) and cookie cutters (also a new habit). To start my collection of wall clocks, I bought this one yesterday. I’m never one to buy things like this for myself, but I have some pretend money (read: PayPal money) around and since it’s not actually in my bank account it doesn’t feel like it actually exists anyway.
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Work is great. My sister commented the other day that my boss and I have a good rapport, and it’s nice to hear it from an outside source as well as feeling it myself. When two people spend more time with each other than our own husbands and/or children, it’s important to me that we get along. And we do. Going to work is never tedious, I’m rarely bored, and even though I talk about the same things every day, I always enjoy it. Usually after three months of working somewhere I start dreading it, but never with this one, even though it’s just retail. It helps that I’m filled with passion for most everything that we sell… the only thing I have a hard time faking is the crib, because I love co-sleeping so much and would recommend it to everyone if I had the chance.
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I’ve decided that once we’re settled in our new place and Ash turns two, I’m going to night wean. Or attempt to. I’m tired of being woken up every couple of hours for a three-minute nursing session. It’s been long enough. Part of me loves it- our special bonding time when the house is black and we’re half asleep, but the other part of me really would love a full night’s sleep, and I think he’s probably capable waking up less if there’s no milk.
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We haven’t reached the “Terrible Twos” yet, though I anticipate they will arrive within the next few months. I jokingly say that “Ash is pretty much my bitch” but it’s true. If I say stop, he’ll stop. If I say go, he’ll go. This is wonderful and is the way it’s always been for us, but I know it won’t last forever. If we do have issues or meltdowns, I refer to the strategies recommended by Dr. Harvey Karp in The Happiest Toddler on the Block (except for where he says it’s okay to lock a child in a car or in a room to finish the tantrum, and he also says it’s okay to let a child cry which of course I do not believe in), specifically his Fast Food Rule.
I’m wondering, from those of you who have older children than mine and who share similar parenting philosophies, what books do you recommend? I’ve heard that 1-2-3 Magic is good, but I have no idea if it’s suitable for someone like me.
