Where are the posts? You’re not saying it, but that’s what you’re all thinking. At least, that’s what I’m afraid you’re all thinking. And now that my service provider has my website up and running again, I really have meant to get caught up on the Christmas Molliblogging. Problem is, I keep wanting to do it at night, and it is the very subject of this blog that’s making it impossible. Molli Malou is entrenched in the throes of the Don’t-Want-To-Sleep phase of her development. It is a damned difficult phase. From the moment we tell her that “the clock says time for bed,” our sweet little princess becomes a ferocious attack banshee, wailing and flailing and bawling and shrieking until she uses up every last ounce of energy in her little body. This can take 30 minutes to three hours. We are following all the recommended strategies to no particular avail.
“Not tired, not scared, want to play!” she howls from her bedroom, thudding her body against the closed door.
We’re going to get through it, and hopefully I’ll have some time to put something together this weekend. (Right. December 23-25, the most leisurely weekend of the year…)
The good news is, it’s the shortest day of the year. We have seven hours of half-light today. Six months from now the day will be ten full hours longer.
Five months, thirty days, and fourteen hours, actually, but who’s counting?
I barely remember those days and am glad they are over. We will talk on Christmas. AML Dad
hannah reminded us the other day that when she was little (ok, when she was littler) she was so excited for christmas to come, that she woke us up at 2am.
wouldn’t it be really charming if molli didn’t go to bed until 11 or so on christmas eve, and then woke up at 2?
i’m sure we’ll all have a chance to talk this weekend, but i’ll wish you all a Merry Christmas anyway. and congrats Greg on eking out the playoff victory last week (i should of drafted stupid Ladainian instead of *&^%$ LJ…).
G