Well, we're not having a very good day.
Timothy heard daddy getting ready for work and he woke up at 6am this morning. I gave him a bottle, hoping he'd go back to sleep, but he didn't.
Around 8:30, he started getting really sleepy, so I gave him a bottle and let him watch his flashcards DVD. It's 7mins. long and he was asleep by the time it ended.
I carried him into his room and when I put him on his bed, he woke up and started screaming.
So I let him play for awhile and we took a bath until he started fussing fussing fussing - getting really tired. So I gave him a bottle, let him watch flashcards until he fell asleep AGAIN. When I went to put him down, he woke up and started screaming.
I told myself "I am the mommy. I will not be dominated by a baby. He needs a nap. He will not be hurt if I let him fuss himself to sleep." I closed the door and he started screaming like a wild banshee.
At this point, I looked around the house at where to begin cleaning up. I had a bath, my hair was wet, I was only wearing a towel, dirty clothes were all over the floor, the toys were strewn throughout five rooms, dishes from last night weren't done....
and then the doorbell rang.
"It's CPS," I though "They must hear this baby screaming like a wild banshee and think I'm sawing his leg off.
But it wasn't.
It was the speech therapist. I had forgotten about our appointment today.
She asked why Timothy was screaming and I explained everything...then, she recommended that we see a behavior specialist.
I'm all for it - we need to know how be the
parents!
Still no nap, and I'm about to pull my hair out. I'm not kidding. Next picture you see of me I will have no hair.
We have seen a LOT of cards today, though - but that's it.