Ikea Rocks!
On the homefront, this week has been slightly traumatic. Ever since we came back from vacation, Christopher seems to be having abandonment issues. Translation: he doesn't want to go to sleep. It used to be that he was a model sleeper. A story, a kiss, and a blanket were all he needed to settle down. Maybe he would fuss for a minute or two, but he was always happy in his crib. Even when he woke up, he would play in his crib until I came in to get him. But now he screams the minute I leave his room, and horror of horrors, he has learned how to climb out of his crib. And does he do it in a way that resembles safe? NO! He dives out head first. So I have spent many hours at Chris' doorway trying to reassure him, and get him to go to sleep.
We have friends in Virginia who have a daughter that is between our kids' ages. On Sunday we met them at Ikea, since it's about halfway between our houses. Ikea actually works out well as a place to hang out, because there are places for kids to play, lots of places to sit, and a cafeteria with good, cheap food. Here are a few pictures:
And we bought a new bed for Christopher.
So I bet you're thinking, "Are you crazy? A bed that high?" But wait! The store display showed this as a bunk bed, kind of. We actually put the mattress on the floor, and turned the bed around so the ladder is up against the wall. Hence, storage up top, and bed on the bottom. He really likes it, but still doesn't want to be alone. He slept well last night, but this morning he woke up clingy. I went into his room and laid down, and at first he refused to lay down. He actually slept in a sitting position, then I was able to get him to lay down, but only on top of me! Then he finally relaxed enough to lay down on the mattress and sleep a little longer. It's pretty comfortable, and I was able to sleep in a little, too. He is just short enough to be able to walk underneath. One day soon though, BONK!
I just found out my friend Kelly is sick again with an infection. If anyone want to make a documentary of how our health care system is failing, they should make a documentary about her. She'll go to see a doctor, who will say, "You are very sick. You need to go to the ER." So even though she knows it's a waste of time, she feels so bad, eventually she does go, where the doctors refuse to admit her. They say, "You are very sick. Go see your regular doctor." Maybe Joseph Heller could write about her. (He wrote Catch-22, which said that you can't get out of the army if you are mentally ill without asking to get out, but anyone that asks to get out of the army must be sane.)
We have friends in Virginia who have a daughter that is between our kids' ages. On Sunday we met them at Ikea, since it's about halfway between our houses. Ikea actually works out well as a place to hang out, because there are places for kids to play, lots of places to sit, and a cafeteria with good, cheap food. Here are a few pictures:
And we bought a new bed for Christopher.
So I bet you're thinking, "Are you crazy? A bed that high?" But wait! The store display showed this as a bunk bed, kind of. We actually put the mattress on the floor, and turned the bed around so the ladder is up against the wall. Hence, storage up top, and bed on the bottom. He really likes it, but still doesn't want to be alone. He slept well last night, but this morning he woke up clingy. I went into his room and laid down, and at first he refused to lay down. He actually slept in a sitting position, then I was able to get him to lay down, but only on top of me! Then he finally relaxed enough to lay down on the mattress and sleep a little longer. It's pretty comfortable, and I was able to sleep in a little, too. He is just short enough to be able to walk underneath. One day soon though, BONK!
I just found out my friend Kelly is sick again with an infection. If anyone want to make a documentary of how our health care system is failing, they should make a documentary about her. She'll go to see a doctor, who will say, "You are very sick. You need to go to the ER." So even though she knows it's a waste of time, she feels so bad, eventually she does go, where the doctors refuse to admit her. They say, "You are very sick. Go see your regular doctor." Maybe Joseph Heller could write about her. (He wrote Catch-22, which said that you can't get out of the army if you are mentally ill without asking to get out, but anyone that asks to get out of the army must be sane.)