Monthly Archives: November 2011

Garrrrrlic

I have at least 2 blog posts rolling around in my head, one about going back to work, and one about his birthday, but I just can’t seem to find the time or inspiration to write them. Hopefully that’ll happen this “weekend”, which for me is now Tues-Thurs.

For now, a quick anecdote. Nathan stays home with Tristan on the weekends while I’m at work, and sometimes I give him a little list of chores to do. This morning, I said, “Can you please fold and put away the laundry, and pick up the house a little?” You see, Tristan has a habit of taking things for walks, and leaving them in unlikely places. So this morning, there was a remote control in the kitchen, a diaper change pad and a football in the bathroom, a shoe and my bra in the hallway, and random toys everywhere. Nathan promised to do his best.

So, imagine my surprise, when I walked in the door and was greeted by this.

Apparently Tristan spent over 30 minutes playing with the garlic (fresh from Grampa’s garden) and “helping” Nathan organize the recycling. What a guy.

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Fall Behind

Sleepy baby

Since he was about 6 months old, Tristan has had a very regular internal clock. He gets up at 6am, naps at 9am and 1pm, then goes to bed at 6pm. For a while I tried to push those times back an hour, so that we could spend more time with him in the evening and get a little more sleep in the morning. Alas, no matter what time we put him to bed — boing! at 6am he’d be up and at’em. All I had managed to do was deprive him of an hour of sleep. Eventually I gave up, especially as I knew I’d need to get him up at 6 once I returned to work.

Now that he’s almost a year, his schedule is pretty much the same; he’s pushed his bedtime back to about 6:30, but he’s still up shortly after 6am.

Sleepy toes

Last month we spent a week with our good friends in Saskatchewan (hard to type, easy to draw). At first I was worried about the 2 hour time difference  – then I realized it was only 1 hour, as Saskatchewan doesn’t do daylight savings time (something to do with confusing the cows). Rather than try and set Tristan’s internal clock to CST, we decided to just keep him on home time, which allowed us to keep him up an hour later, and, theoretically, sleep in an hour later in the morning.

It worked pretty well (aside from the sleeping in part), and he returned to his old schedule with nary a peep when we got home.

Fast forward to last Saturday. “Fall behind” used to be one of my favorite nights of the year – who doesn’t love an extra hour of sleep? (Of course, it didn’t work so well for me the year I worked the graveyard shift at 7-11 – we used a punch-in system, which didn’t acknowledge that the clocks had changed, so I got paid 8 hours for working a 9 hour shift.) Of course, I don’t think I ever actually got that extra sleep; I’d just end up staying up an hour later instead, and then the next day was Sunday so I never had to get up for anything anyway, so what did it matter?

This year, with a baby, everything changed. With the time falling back, what Tristan thought was 6am would now actually be 5am. In the hopes of tiring him out, we kept him up late Saturday night. He was pretty sleepy by the time we put him down at 7:10, but he went down just fine. Nathan and I set the clocks back, and proceeded to stay up an hour later. This was despite the fact that Sunday is now a work day for me. We fell asleep….and guess what? Tristan was up at 5am.

Now, what I wanted to do was leave him until 6, so that hopefully he’d figure out the time change on his own. I listened to him alternately cry and fuss and play for half an hour, then his crying turned serious. I dragged myself out of bed and got him up. Nathan kept him on the new time all day, and he seemed a bit tired, but otherwise fine.

Monday was better – he woke up at 5:20, and was content in his crib until 5:45. This morning he awoke at 5:30, and played quietly until 6am. Of course, I’m not getting any quality sleep after 5am, as I’m lying in bed listening to his noises, and anticipating the first cry. But if he continues on this trend, he’ll be sleeping until 6am by Friday, and hopefully so will I. Just in time for my “work week” (Friday to Monday).

At least for “spring forward” it won’t be so hard. All I have to do is drag him out of bed an hour early, then leave a grumpy, overtired boy with Nathan for the day. Joy!

My mom recently admitted that when we were young, but old enough to tell time, she’d sometimes set our clocks back so that she could get an extra hour of sleep in the morning. Evil genius! Maybe I’ll start teaching Tristan to tell time this afternoon.

Using his snuggly - a shower gift from GeeGee - as a pillow, like always.