Christmas makes me feel emotional...
...and like stealing.
Stolen from nikkikat who stole it from troll_la_la. And we all know how SHE is, so it's probably stolen from someone before that, too.
Tell me something about yourself, so that the next time I see you I can say, "There's so-and-so, and they (fill in the blank)." Gimme a like, a dislike, a quirk, a fetish, whatever you want.
miketymike keep it clean.
So...CIO update. Wednesday night was great. Jules in bed at 9:30, asleep by 10pm. Slept through the night.
Last night I discovered that taking her shopping at 7:30pm isn't a good idea. She wasn't happy, I got little done, and she cried the whole way home. When we got home I gave her her medicines (still recovering from the ear infection and virus) and she promptly threw them up. Plus the scrambled eggs and toast we'd given her with dinner. She threw them up three times. On me. On my favorite gray cable-knit sweater.
*sigh*
SO. More medicine, another bottle, then bed. She cried for a half hour and went to bed. But then she got up at 3am and cried for a half hour. I went in when she first started crying and held her for a moment, then put her down and closed the door so she could cry it out. It's MUCH harder to have her cry it out at 3am when I can't just turn up the TV to drown out the sound of her wailing, ya know? But she did it, even though John and I lay there the entire time wanting to go in and get her. When we got up this morning we really felt like big shits for not checking on her again because her pacifier was by the bedroom door. Apparently in her fits she tossed it at the door (which, if you picture it, is just too, TOO funny...her throwing her pacifier at the door in a rage) and that's probably why she was crying so much.
Eh. *shrug* She fell asleep on her own, so I guess that's all that matters, right?
Stolen from nikkikat who stole it from troll_la_la. And we all know how SHE is, so it's probably stolen from someone before that, too.
Tell me something about yourself, so that the next time I see you I can say, "There's so-and-so, and they (fill in the blank)." Gimme a like, a dislike, a quirk, a fetish, whatever you want.
miketymike keep it clean.
So...CIO update. Wednesday night was great. Jules in bed at 9:30, asleep by 10pm. Slept through the night.
Last night I discovered that taking her shopping at 7:30pm isn't a good idea. She wasn't happy, I got little done, and she cried the whole way home. When we got home I gave her her medicines (still recovering from the ear infection and virus) and she promptly threw them up. Plus the scrambled eggs and toast we'd given her with dinner. She threw them up three times. On me. On my favorite gray cable-knit sweater.
*sigh*
SO. More medicine, another bottle, then bed. She cried for a half hour and went to bed. But then she got up at 3am and cried for a half hour. I went in when she first started crying and held her for a moment, then put her down and closed the door so she could cry it out. It's MUCH harder to have her cry it out at 3am when I can't just turn up the TV to drown out the sound of her wailing, ya know? But she did it, even though John and I lay there the entire time wanting to go in and get her. When we got up this morning we really felt like big shits for not checking on her again because her pacifier was by the bedroom door. Apparently in her fits she tossed it at the door (which, if you picture it, is just too, TOO funny...her throwing her pacifier at the door in a rage) and that's probably why she was crying so much.
Eh. *shrug* She fell asleep on her own, so I guess that's all that matters, right?