Some good news about our new addition? he sleeps through the night! 6:30 pm to 7 am. Not a peep.
Some bad news? Little Dude does not nap worth spit. He’s a 20 minute power napper once around 11:30 each day. In fact, he passed out in my arms like Boo in Monsters Inc. today, laughing one second, unconscious and falling off my lap the next. But 20 minutes later he was raring to go again!
I’ve been home with him today because we won’t have paperwork for daycare until this evening. Curses on HIPAA, the doctor’s office can’t email us the forms we need and we have to get them by fax (I don’t have a fax number) or pick them up in person, so I sent Seth to get them after work.
I pray the daycare papers are all in order because this day has been… nightmarish. I had to do an emergency Order to Show Cause for two of my little clients this morning because they are in danger, and I’m stressing about them Big Time right now. That involved numerous phone calls and printing and scanning, and the downstairs scanner wouldn’t work so I had to carry 25 lbs of baby up to my attic to scan, twice, while he scattered papers around my office.
And then I had 5 virtual court appearances. Thank goddess the Judge had a sense of humor about my “assistant” because Little Dude insisted on sitting on my lap during each and every appearance, and chatted away amiably the whole time I was talking. My right arm aches from holding/containing Little Dude, and my head aches a bit from stress. But we got through, and now I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off to entertain him.
Little Dude is currently laughing hysterically while whacking himself repeatedly in the head with some toy rings. He’s in his baby containment unit. It’s the only way to survive this tot. Otherwise he leaves a trail of destruction in his wake, and tries to eat the cat food.
I’m noticing a trend among our kids that I think is fascinating: our boys have all been super sensitive and super needy. Tell Little Dude “no” and he falls to pieces. Walk out of the room for 1/15th of a second and he cries. Our girls have all been more independent and mostly more chill. I wonder if there’s a larger trend that way or if it’s just coincidence among our kids? We’ve had only 5 boys with us so I don’t exactly have robust statistics, but it’s interesting. My husband, who is a labor and delivery nurse, says it’s always the boys who are the “drama queens” in utero, crashing suddenly at the slightest medical issue. If you parent both boys and girls, comment with your observations below!
Regarding Little Dude’s Blog moniker, it was essentially given to him by his “big” sister Tiny. During a brief car trip last night, Litte Dude was losing his mind for no apparent reason. He was fed, he was dry, he was just being fussy. Nothing I could do about it until we got home.
After enduring a few minutes of bellowing, I heard a piping Tiny voice from the back seat:
“Dude. Give it a rest.”
Seth and I just burst out laughing. The unexpected humor is the best part of parenting! And our new babe shall henceforth and forever be known as “Dude.”
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