These kids

Well, TheWife is off to NYC on a job search in order to find a position that will fulfill her needs in the career arc which leaves me in the house alone, with the kids. The first day or so they are terrible little brats who will not listen to their Daddy because they are looking for the soft nurturing from their Mommy. After that everything evens out and we are all good.

LittleBud needs to be held from ten o’clock onwards every night. I discovered this in a very funny way. I have been putting him to sleep in his bed around eight o’clock or so. Then I concentrate on getting TheBubster asleep, sometimes she does this while I’m putting him to sleep. Then around eleven he wakes up with a wet nappy and I change him and put him back to bed, usually in our bed. Well the other night, I heard him wake up at one o’clock; yes I was still up and still working on school stuff; and he started crying.

This particular cry he was making was more of a honking goose sound. And as I sat there letting him cry a bit, to see if he’d go back to sleep, I noticed that it was getting louder. Not louder as in him making more sound and screaming louder, but louder as in the honking sound got closer and closer. This was quite funny as all the lights in the house were out except for the desk lamp on my computer desk. I turned around, just in time to see him crawl into the circle of light, honking his little cry at me, insisting that I pick him up and hold him. As soon as I did that, he fell back to sleep.

Thus I learned he must be held after ten o’clock at night.

This morning, I woke up with the kids in bed with me. There was no surprise cause that’s how I put them to sleep. TheBubster got up and started on her morning routine by herself; thanks to the sticker chart idea from Nana; she insisted that we had to get up and have “brekfass”. Once the cereal was poured into the bowls we discovered that there was no milk. She was not concerned at all by this matter and simply decided that it was ok if we ate it without millk. Then I set about the trial and error of feeding LittleBud.

He did not want bananas.
He did not want the brekkie bar.
He did not want cereal.
He did want his yogurt. The last one.

I set it on the table and went to get my hoodie from the living room. I returned and saw that TheBubster had opened the yogurt, picked up the spoon and fed him a bite of yogurt. I was about to demonstrate my mock indignation when she put her hands on her hips and piped up, “Well, I never!”