Today I had migraine probably from being dehydrated yesterday at the Preschool's party. So I mostly slept or lay on the floor while children trample over me. We won lunch for two at The Bull in the Preschool raffle! I've never won anything at a raffle before!
Today we went to Owen's preschool birthday bash. He played with water pistols for the first time and got his face painted.
Today Harriet woke up very early again. We tried her on the door bouncer for the first time. She was desperate to try my blueberries smoothie, so I let her have a lick and she went mad with excitement afterwards.
Today baby Harriet woke up very early (6am). Nap schedules all went a bit mad afterwards.
Today I took Harriet out to meet Owen after preschool to play in the park. In the evening, we finished the Veronica Mars season 2 DVDs.
Today I was still tired (I'll never recover!) and didn't do much. I may have put Owen off potty training by being annoyed with him for not trying harder.
Today I was poorly with a cold and napped a lot. In the evening we put the children to bed before our own dinner. Quite nice to have dinner without the kids! Good conversation and romantic. No kiddy music or shouting or wailing.
Today grandparents came to visit. We stayed home and had a BBQ.
Today we went to Bill's at Witney for lunch to celebrate my birthday, but the children were a handful, and eating lunch out seemed to be the hardest thing to do.
Today I woke up after noon as the night was still rough despite Harriet's sleep training. Can't imagine it ever working. My memories of Owen's sleep training experience is hazy, probably due to the high stress then.
Today we attempted to submit the children's passport applications yet again, and got turned away twice! (The dates on the counter signature did not match those on the photos, and then later because the postoffice had network issues). But after some dogged persistence we finally got it sent off! Fingers crossed! Harriet has also gone to sleep after 45mins of crying. Fingers crossed it gets better!
Today I slept till noon as Harriet's night wakings were just terrible (she's abusing us!). In the evening she yet again refused to sleep despite nearly 2hrs of feeding / soothing etc, and so I had to just put her down and let her cry it out for another hour before she fell asleep finally. It's either that or I murder the entire family.
Today Owen came back from preschool in pants instead of nappies. They said he did 3 wee, but when he was home he had an accident and so was back to nappies (also we didn't have any pants to replace the one he borrowed). It's a start.
Today we botched a cry-it-out sleep training with Harriet, giving up after 1hr of crying (perhaps she really wasn't sleepy at all). In the end the children went to bed very late, and Peter and I were both stressed and upset.
Today I suffered for having too much fun at the party last night. Been feeling sick and throwing up. Luckily Peter was around to hold the day together. What was I thinking? Bad mummy.
Today I went from being an ecstatic my-baby-sleeps-through-the-night Mum to a My-baby-wakes-every-two-hours-and-i-want-to-kill-someone Mum. In the evening I went out to a party nevertheless, drank alcohol and came home after midnight! Take that, baby!
Today we took Owen to Oxford for chicken pox vaccination and gave him some chocolate and a stickers book. We then went to Cutteslowe Park afterwards but Owen was only interested in his stickers book and didn't even go on the slides. Harriet didn't get to nap much all day and was very angry. For her evening sleep later, she reverted back to the frequent waking.
Today Harriet slept through the night again and was very happy all day. We went to the post office to apply for the children's passports and yet again got turned away due to something wrong with the forms. Unbelievable!
Today I took baby Harriet to the GP to get her vaccinations. In the evening she slept through the night for the first time, for 10 hours! Sadly I didn't sleep as well as I had forgotten how to sleep through the night myself.
Today Peter went to his grandfather's funeral, leaving me alone with the kids. It was all going brilliantly smooth and I even had time to make scones. But after dinner, the tired and hungry children (Owen didn't eat his dinner) went feral, and Peter came home to find me on the floor with two bawling kids.