Its been a bad night tonight.  It’s only 1:00 AM and I am awake for the 4th time since I went to bed at 7:30 PM last night. And when I wake up, I wake up screaming like you would not believe.  Grandpa claims the neighbors can all here me.    Mom and Grandma are taking turns holding me.  No one seems to be able to figure out what’s wrong.   I don’t feel sick and I didn’t have anything “funny” for dinner tonight.  In fact, lunch and snack were pretty ordinary also.   I did have apple juice in my bottle when Mom rocked me to sleep.  I’m pretty sure (but not positive) that is not part of the problem.

I get juice in my bottle at night because I am lactose intolerant; can’t have milk.  And soy milk also upsets my stomach for some reason.  When I stopped using formula (it was lactose free) Mom has little choice but to give me juice at night and at nap time.   BTW, she holds me until I fall asleep for naps and bedtime.  Once I’m asleep she puts me in my crib.  I do not go to sleep in my crib with a bottle.  Heck, they won’t even let me go to sleep with a stuffed animal in my crib yet and I’m 15 months old; almost fully grown..

Well, need to try to get sleep one more time




Getting back to that sleep thing

I’m still having problems sleeping.   My normal schedule is to bed at 7:30 PM (sometimes a little later if we go out) and wake about 6:30 AM.     I take about a 2 hour nap somewhere around 10:00 – 10:30 AM each morning.  My first nap is sometimes a little longer if I’m up a lot the previous night.  Mom tries to give me a nap around 2:00 – 3:00 PM but hasn’t been very successful the last month or so.

Grandma has removed almost all processed sugar snacks from my diet now.   The only sugar I get comes from fruit and an occasional waffle.

After going to bed I will more than likely wake up between 10:00 and 11:30 PM and again at about 2:00 – 3:00 AM.  On a bad night I can wake about every 90 minutes.

And when I wake up, I WAKE up.  I’m pretty sure the neighbors three doors down can hear me scream.  Mom nor my Grandparents can figure out why I wake up so upset.

We did watch a pretty interesting show called “The Doctors” the other day that had a segment about getting a toddle to sleep.   Using their theory’s, I’m too tired to go to sleep and so I never make it through the night.  Grandma is concerned that I might not be getting enough to eat before I finally go to bed for the night.

Everyone seems to have an opinion yet I’m still not getting my solid 8-10 hours of GOOD sleep each night.

If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them

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A really cool poem

Here’s a really cool poem that someone sent to my Grandpa this morning via e-mail and I wanted to share it with you all.


When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you feed a
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw you take care
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn’t
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it’s all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw that you
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I learned most of
life’s lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I looked at you and
wanted to say,’Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn’t looking.

I think the author is Mary Rita Schilke Korzan based on a Google search.  If this is not the cirrect author, please feel free to add a comment with the right information.   We want to make sure credit is given were credit is due.

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Check your baby’s crib

I just heard my Grandparents talking about a serious baby crib recall.   It seems that over 1,000,000 Stock Craft cribs sold in the US and Canada could have a serious defect.   For all the details currently available, take a look at this KHOU (local Houston CBS affiliate) news story from this afternoon….

Baby cribs recalled for safety defect

Hope this is of use to all with babies and toddlers



New rule: No more cinnamon rolls

Mom and Grandma have officially taken me off processed sugar.   The other night is was up too many times to count and all day yesterday I was just miserable.   I was so tired, I just could function.   Everyone’s best guess is too much junk food.    So as of today no more (or as little as possible) food that’s high in processed sugar (and I think Mom is going to keep Grandpa away from me at meal times.

I went all day yesterday with minimal amounts of junk sugar and I was only up a few times last night.   I did get dragged down to Grandma’s bedroom at 3:30 AM because Mom thought I may have bang my back on the crib and possibly hurt myself.   As soon as I touched the bed, I crawled over and started to pound on Grandpa.   I figured it was play time.   I really didn’t get hurt so this was pretty cool.   I never get to play with Grandpa when I wake up in the middle of the night.   Grandma realized immediately that this was NOT a good idea.   Mom took me back upstairs and I slept the rest of the night.

So far today, I still feel pretty tired.   I want to be held, and when someone picks me up, I want down, and when they put me down I want back up again.  It’s great being a toddler.

Grandpa put together a new pillow that Grandma bought today.  I didn’t know you had to assemble pillows.   This one came in the mail and “stuffing” was vacuum packed into two cubes.   Grandpa had to put the cubes in the liner, cut them open, and let them expand.    When the filler had fully expanded, the pillow was 5 foot by 4 foot.  That compressed white stuff really expanded.   It made quite the mess also.   I would say Grandpa actually made the mess but I don’t want him to get into trouble.

Still cranky and tired today although I did sleep OK (not terrific but OK) last night.   Going sugar free again today.   No Nabisco ‘Nilla Wafers of Kellogg’s Corn Pops.  Next thing you know, they’ll want me to eat vegetables.

I did get a new fruit this week:  Strawberries.   These things a great.  They taste good, they’re really sweet, and they squish up so well.    Had a banana yesterday also.   I tried banana’s a few months ago and didn’t care for them.   Yesterday, they were pretty good.   Of course, Mom was eating one and I like to eat what Mom is eating.

That’s it for now



Cinnamon rolls

What a day.  It started out a little early yet still pretty good.   For some reason, something woke me up at 5:30 AM this morning.   Neither Mom or Grandma could get me back to sleep.  So, Grandma took me downstairs.  We did a few odds and ends and then we had breakfast.  It seems I talk about food a lot.   However, of the few things baby’s do, food is probably one you might actually want to hear about… (smile)

Breakfast this morning consisted of two eggs, peach yogurt (I only eat peach yogurt, not sure why), some sliced turkey, and some cheese.   By this time Grandpa was up.   When he arrives at a meal things get interesting.   This morning was no exception.   Once I finished what Grandpa called the “real food”, I had a Pillsbury Cinnamon Roll.  Actually, I had just a little more than half of one.  That’s all Mom would let him feed me.  I finished every last crumb of it. Cinnamon rolls are really good.   I had cinnamon on my toast once but that didn’t compare to this. You can se e my enjoyment with this morning’s treat in the next two pictures.



Unfortunately, into each life a little rain must fall (Longfellow), in my case tears and not rain.   While running across the family room this morning, I tripped over one of those nasty pieces of dust.   You know that ones that jump and grab little kids ankles as the run past.    I did a Class One face plant into the hard wood floor and came up with a split lip; there was blood everyplace.  And did I scream.  You would have thought the world was coming to an end I scream so loud.   It was also one of those horrible high pitched screams that bring everyone in the house running.  And like all my injuries so far in my 15 months, I cried for about 5 minutes, got blood all over grandma’s shirt, then wanted down and was running full speed through the family room again.  It’s so nice to be a little boy, we forget so quickly.

I had a second issue today.   Mom could not get me to take a nap.   I woke up after only a few minutes from my 10:30 AM nap, and she couldn’t even get me to lay down for my afternoon nap.  By 5:30 PM this evening, I was not someone you wanted to be around.   Nothing was right.   I was hungry and I wouldn’t eat;  I was thirsty and I wouldn’t drink; I wanted to be held and as soon as you picked my up I wanted down again.   And did I cry and cry and cry…   Grandpa finally gave me the cordless phone and distracted me for a few minutes, picked me up, held me really tight, and walked me around the room.  That not only settled me down, I fell asleep on his shoulder.   After being asleep on him for about 15 minutes, he made the huge mistake of trying to lay me down on his bed.  I woke up the split second he let go of me.   However, I wasn’t upset any more and no longer crying.  So we played on the bed for a while.   I jumped on him and pounded on him.  At about 7:00 PM Grandma came in with a bottle and took me upstairs to put me to bed.  Boy was I pissed and I let her know it too.  The screaming only lasted about 5 minutes and I was sound asleep.   Grandma holds me for a good 20 minutes to make sure I am really out before she tries to put me in my crib.

Well, that’s it for tonight.  I can’t write much more because I’m asleep.. good trick, right.. (smile)

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Resting, running, reading, and rashes

It’s been a tough couple of nights lately.   I haven’t been sleeping very well which means Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa haven’t been sleeping very well.   I must have woken up screaming at least a half dozen times last night alone.   Mom thinks it something I ate at the restaurant we had dinner at last night, and Grandma not sure what the problem is.

I have a small rash on my stomach, back, and neck.   You can barely see it.   Mom insists it’s caused by the almond Biscotti Grandpa gave me.  However, that was Wednesday.  I’m no doctor, but I’m pretty sure that stuff is out of my system by now.   Grandma thought it might might have been from the heat.   Mom dressed me really warm a couple of night because of how cold it was outside.   It never really got cold inside though.  But Grandma admits that’s just a guess.  She also thought the french fries I had last night with dinner could have bothered me.   However, she came up around 3:00 AM to take care of me and said my stomach wasn’t making any funny noises.    I’m betting if it’s not all cleared up we’re going to have to make another trip to see THAT doctor… the one pokes you with needles… Yuk!!!!

I spent the morning going at full speed.. again.  Of course, I spend all my waking time going at full speed, is there any other speed.   I think it’s a full time job for my Mom, Grandma, and Grandpa to watch me, and that’s if all three are watching me at the same time.  The layout of our house allows me to run from the family room into the dinning room, cutting through the vestibule to get there of course, and then into the kitchen, and rounding the last corner back into the family room.   I get to bang on the gate blocking the steps when I pass through the vestibule, open the china cabinet doors and drawers as I cut through the dinning room, play in the dogs water bowl (Grandma really likes that because I splash the dogs water everyplace) and find an occasional cookie on the floor of the kitchen, then back to the family room where the majority of my toys are.   In the kitchen, I also get to push the dog’s dog food around.   Grandma keeps a 40 pound bag of dog food in the big container with wheels so I get to move it all over the kitchen.   I have even figured out how to open the container now so I can leave toys in there for the dog… I’m so considerate… (smile)…

Here are a couple of photos of me running around the family room.



This next picture show the fence that prevents me from going up the stairs.    This fence even has a gate in the middle so the “adults” can pass through.


It’s drives my Grandpa crazy that I step on all of my toys when I’m playing.   I always end up falling.  They just don’t realize how difficult it is to stand on a Lego.

I love to read.   In fact, I putting together quite the library.   I have these really cool touchy feely books that Mom bought them for me.   You see, I love textures.   I scratch everything to see what it feels like.  These  books have really cool textures on every page; fur, squeezy cloth, shiny cloth, really rough surfaces, and prickly stuff.   Every page is a different touching experience.   My two favorite books are “That’s not my dinosaur” board book (Usborne Touchy Feely; E.D.C. Publishing) thats_not_my-dinosour and “Puppy Touch and Feel” board book (Dorling Kindersley Publishers) puppy .  The book I’m “enjoying” in the photo is Bill Martin Jr and Eric Carle’s “Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear” (Henry Holt Big Books) polar_bear.  I have a couple other Eric Carle Big Books that are fun to read called “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” and “Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See”.   I like the Big Books because I can read them on my own.  No one has to worry about me tearing out the pages or getting a paper cut.


As you can see from this next photograph, I think it’s time form a nap…


I that is going to do it for now