Jason and I have been trying to restock our parenting toolbox this past week as we re-examined our night time rituals. For the past year Jason has done the bath and bed time and I would do the 11:30 pm and 3:00 am nursing often times falling asleep in Fenner's bed till morning.
Our attempts to get her to sleep through the night have wrought nothing but the pain of a thousand angry distrustful babies into our nights and after 2 days I realized that somehow...SHE WILL STILL LEARN TO READ ONE DAY. A most telling sign that we were fucking up a good thing is that she STOPPED USING THE POTTY for Jason and I. A previous potty user in the house she stopped using it at all...she'd use it for Debra but would pee everywhere for J and I.
Like a cat, she sends a message loud and clear. So we went back to the system that got us all the most sleep.
Worked out well since Nan came to visit on Friday night and our normal schedule allowed us to play. Witness the amazing Moustache game!
We had a great night sleep and spent the morning singing songs and playing games with my Mom. Today Fenner had the moment of understanding that Mom's prosthetic wasn't just a tool for exploration but that Mom needed it to come walking with her. It's an amazing thing to witness, the comprehension of necessity from a 2 year old.
She needed a few minutes to process the biological reality of 1 leg not 2, before she got right back down to playing with Mom for the rest of the morning. I just wish Mom would stop singing Lizzie B...it's a really hard song to get out of our heads, and it's kind of creepy coming from Fenner.
We had enough time to have nap before F's posse came by for some cupcake fun. Leo, Max (who didn't get caught on film) and Aviva came by for some play time.
Fenner doesn't have so many boys in her life Max, Leo and her cousin Luke seem to be her Boys. Leo is 6 months older than Fenner and I remember when she was just a newborn the age difference seemed like an impossible gap that would never close.These two can play for hours without any interference from Aviva and I. Not a squeal of rage, tear of injustice or temper tantrum of sharing to be had. I've never seen anything like it. At one point I went down to the basement to check on them half expecting that they'd be making out on the couch listening to Pink Floyd or something, while Max fooled around on the internet.