I'll get right to it...yesterday J said that he and I spend about 4 hours of our day sitting on G1's floor waiting for him to sleep. FOUR HOURS! That's a lot of time. In that time, I read magazines or books, surf the internet, and even sleep if I can. At first this may seem like a great break for us, but it's not. #1, it's uncomfortable to sit on the floor. #2, it's not productive sitting on the floor- wasting time surfing CNN or celebrity gossip sites is not the same as cleaning the house, getting laundry done, & returning many back logged phone calls.

Anyway, right now as I sit on his floor, G1 is giving himself high-five's. Literally he's laying in his bed, holding one hand out, whispering to himself, "give me a high-five," and then he's slapping his own hand five. He's on probably his 50th slap.

Often times he'll talk to himself, wave his hands in the air so he can see them, wiggle his own fingers in front of his face to make funny images in his eyes, or laugh out loud at his own clever toddler thoughts. He tries extra hard to keep himself from falling asleep. Ahhhh, hours and hours go by this way.

G2 doesn't give us sitting on the floor issues. He's more of a daylight mover. When he's awake, you can't even hold him for more than a few seconds before he squirms his way out of your arms. He never stops moving. Now that he walks, he goes everywhere. Up and down the halls, into bedrooms, opens the oven drawers, dumps the dog bowls, opens drawers looking for sharp things. He is giving us a run for our money. In a way, where G1 is fairly easy to deal with during his waking hours, G2 takes over for him.

It's no wonder our house is a complete mess. Oh, and it's no wonder J & I are always exhausted.

The first entry...

This is my first entry. I know, it's pretty obvious it's the first, but when you first start a blog, it's hard to know how to start off. I don't have a clever line, so I'm just saying, "it's my first entry". The idea behind this is to keep a record of stuff that goes on from day-to-day so my kids can see what they did as babies. I'm not a scrapbooker, baby book keeper, or journal writer, but I am a floor sitter...

I have two kids so far, G1 & G2.

G1 is 2.5 right now and he's a handful, like most 2.5 year-olds I guess. However, I'll say it up front, he's a crazy kid. Got a ton of quirks, but here are the two major issues we deal with on a daily basis:

1) The kid does not sleep. Literally does not sleep. My husband, "J", and I go through a 2-3 hour process of putting him to bed at night. Please don't send suggestions on what we're doing wrong. We've ready every book, internet posting, and talked to doctors, therapists, and anyone else who will listen. The conclusion is that he's just a kid who's difficult. Really, really difficult. He has been this way since he entered this world. The night of his birth, the nurses from the baby nursery rolled him into my room at 4am and told me he wouldn't stop crying and that he "wants his mommy." Are you kidding me? What 12 hour old baby knows his mommy from a hole in the wall? All these babies want to do is sleep...unless they are G1.

Thus the name of the blog--I plan on writing all of my entries here while I'm sitting on G1's floor putting him to bed or waiting for him to nap. These past months I've surfed the internet, replied to emails, or read books. It seems I should do something more productive with my time on the floor.

2) G1 does not eat. OK, yes, that's exaggerating, he actually eats several things, but only 3 things as his main course: hot dogs (highly nutritious), chicken (breaded chicken parts in the shape of dinosaurs), and veggie burgers (the only real veggies he's EVER eaten). Again, don't send your suggestions my way on this topic. He has seen a food therapist (yes, they are real and highly paid), and his doctor's solution is that we try feeding him stew (no clue how this would work if he only eats things that never appear in stew).

Try attempting to give this kid anything else besides his 3 staples, and his head spins. Literally spins. He has an anxiety attack, and it is truly painful to watch. As a baby, he had severe acid reflux, and from that experience I am convinced he has a legitimate fear of food. He is so scared he shakes at the mere suggestion of a new food- which leads me to believe that eating as a baby really was painful. (So sorry for that by the way.) It's common sense isn't it? If something hurts you over and over again, it's no surprise that you won't keep on trying it. Poor kid.

Then there is G2. He is 13 months right now. He's walking, but he's walking like a 20 year-old fraternity kid who drank a few too many beers at the after hours party. It's heavy steps, no staight lines, drooling, and hitting walls. Cute stuff. He's also starting to talk, which makes G1 a happy kid too. G1 laughs and looks at me like, "can you believe this baby?", when G2 calls a ball, "gall." He also says, "hello", "bye-bye", "uh-oh", and makes this evil laugh noise (it's halfway between a laugh and a cough) when he's about to do something bad. Without a doubt, he is definitely plotting destructive acts at all times. It won't be long before I can't go into stores because of the "you break it, you buy it" policies. I'll be broke.

Unlike G1, G2 will sleep anywhere, anytime. He will also eat anything you give him. Whew, at least something is easy.

I'm not the only one who sits on the floor, J does too. So he'll probably be posting something witty or even serious on here too.

That's the first entry...I feel much better now that I'm started.