Chicken pizza anyone?
I am glad to report (knock on wood) that the DP Fussler is moving closer to one nap a day, although I think it will take some time to get the timing right. I am also glad to report (more wood, more knocks) that the biting has calmed down a bit this past week (as in his biting me and other kids at daycare...).
We had a very fine day sailing the high seas before I had to disembark for work this afternoon and he got a nap in before we had to leave. However, when I boarded the ship for a brief supper break for some Kashi chicken pizza, we ended dinner in a maelstrom of barf. Apparently, chicken pizza didn't sit well with the DP Fussler or we are all in for a new stomach virus. Batten the hatches, matey. It could be a rough night on the high seas. Aaaarrrrr or is that baaaarrrrf?
Over the weekend we did have a jolly good time at the party we held on board. Not as many people were able to make it as in the past, but then we got to spend more quality time with those that came, especially Lori (thanks for the fab dinosaur!) and Joe and his wife (thanks for the wine!). The weather was perfect for a sail with friends.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Happy Talk like a Pirate Day---aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrr!
I couldn't let an auspiscious holiday such as today go by without wishing you all a hearty "Aaaarrrrrrr, matey!"
Perhaps the winds were just right today, but I had an answer, at least today, for the nap question that has been plaguing our good ship of late. Since we had to leave the ship mid-afternoon again, Fussler and I at our lunch and shortly thereafter (there, after a few minutes of digesting), I set Fussler for his first nap of the day and, ahoy matey, it worked. He got to sleep at least for an hour and a half before I had to wake him for us to head to shore for work and daycare.
When I picked him for supper, he was a wee bit crabby, but nothing like yesterday where he got no naps. We shall see what our shredded cabin boy has to say once I am on board again this evening.
I couldn't let an auspiscious holiday such as today go by without wishing you all a hearty "Aaaarrrrrrr, matey!"
Perhaps the winds were just right today, but I had an answer, at least today, for the nap question that has been plaguing our good ship of late. Since we had to leave the ship mid-afternoon again, Fussler and I at our lunch and shortly thereafter (there, after a few minutes of digesting), I set Fussler for his first nap of the day and, ahoy matey, it worked. He got to sleep at least for an hour and a half before I had to wake him for us to head to shore for work and daycare.
When I picked him for supper, he was a wee bit crabby, but nothing like yesterday where he got no naps. We shall see what our shredded cabin boy has to say once I am on board again this evening.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
One nap, two naps, or none?
After a week of very stinky diapers, the DP Fussler seems to be on the mend. However, now that he has been at daycare a few times again, who knows what plague will beset any of us.
This past week and current week, a napping transition begins. For at least the past year, Mr. Fussler has been on a relatively predictable schedule of a morning nap from about 10am to noon and then another nap at approximately 3-5pm. The morning nap seems to be falling away, which should lead to an earlier, perhaps longer afternoon nap. Only problem here is that he leaves the good ship to go to daycare three afternoons a week and he doens't nap well when he is not aboard his own ship.
Today, he slept about a half-hour at daycare and that is it. Perhaps I am glad to be at work this evening and our Shredded Cabin Boy might have his hands full with a very fussy Fussler.
Mr. Fussler loves to to play outside (on shore of course) now as much as he can and stones, sticks, dirt and whatever else are grand playthings. He doesn't quite get the concept of danger on streets yet, so his companion must constantly be on the watch for his wanderings. His downright obsessive obsession with cars (car-car!!) leads him often to the street. How many beats can a parent's heart skip each day!?
What does the DP Iron Bluebird do besides work and look after the DP Fussler and their ship? I have been back to tai chi and special classes for almost two months now. I got a good review of spear over the summer and ba gua is on the slate for the next special class. In tai chi, my group is beginning six harmony sword (the sword part of a spear vs. sword form). Since I am only there once a week, learning something new is coming along very slowly. There are still some great people at the kung fu school, but it isn't quite the same without the DP Black Puddin'!
After a week of very stinky diapers, the DP Fussler seems to be on the mend. However, now that he has been at daycare a few times again, who knows what plague will beset any of us.
This past week and current week, a napping transition begins. For at least the past year, Mr. Fussler has been on a relatively predictable schedule of a morning nap from about 10am to noon and then another nap at approximately 3-5pm. The morning nap seems to be falling away, which should lead to an earlier, perhaps longer afternoon nap. Only problem here is that he leaves the good ship to go to daycare three afternoons a week and he doens't nap well when he is not aboard his own ship.
Today, he slept about a half-hour at daycare and that is it. Perhaps I am glad to be at work this evening and our Shredded Cabin Boy might have his hands full with a very fussy Fussler.
Mr. Fussler loves to to play outside (on shore of course) now as much as he can and stones, sticks, dirt and whatever else are grand playthings. He doesn't quite get the concept of danger on streets yet, so his companion must constantly be on the watch for his wanderings. His downright obsessive obsession with cars (car-car!!) leads him often to the street. How many beats can a parent's heart skip each day!?
What does the DP Iron Bluebird do besides work and look after the DP Fussler and their ship? I have been back to tai chi and special classes for almost two months now. I got a good review of spear over the summer and ba gua is on the slate for the next special class. In tai chi, my group is beginning six harmony sword (the sword part of a spear vs. sword form). Since I am only there once a week, learning something new is coming along very slowly. There are still some great people at the kung fu school, but it isn't quite the same without the DP Black Puddin'!
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
The DP Fussler is on the mend but he was rather crabby today. In addition to his biting others, he will eat his food for awhile and then start chucking it, mostly on the ground. How to discipline a 16-month-old? Your guess is as good as mine....He knew I was unhappy with the behavior though; I could tell by the look on his face once I removed him from the highchair to clean up the mess.
He did get to skip daycare two days in a row now as his Grandma K. came over for a few hours when I abandoned ship to go to work. I sure wish he didn't have to go to any daycare, especially now that we get reports that they counted 15 instances in one day that he tried to or bit other kids. Ugh.
On the positive side, he is kewt and he knows it. He even likes to look at himself in the shiny drain cover in the bathtub to see how different he looks with wet hair. He watched his favorite tv show today (Between the Lions) and he laughed at some things. This week he also started to mimic the silly laugh a particular toy makes and he also was mimicking me talking on the phone. Even though he is mostly still in the babbling stage, he walked around with a toy phone handset, copying my cadence and mannerisms. I hope the good habits I have rub off on him, like flossing my teeth and eating spinach and I hope I can curb the bad habits (where do I begin with those?) in front of him.
He did get to skip daycare two days in a row now as his Grandma K. came over for a few hours when I abandoned ship to go to work. I sure wish he didn't have to go to any daycare, especially now that we get reports that they counted 15 instances in one day that he tried to or bit other kids. Ugh.
On the positive side, he is kewt and he knows it. He even likes to look at himself in the shiny drain cover in the bathtub to see how different he looks with wet hair. He watched his favorite tv show today (Between the Lions) and he laughed at some things. This week he also started to mimic the silly laugh a particular toy makes and he also was mimicking me talking on the phone. Even though he is mostly still in the babbling stage, he walked around with a toy phone handset, copying my cadence and mannerisms. I hope the good habits I have rub off on him, like flossing my teeth and eating spinach and I hope I can curb the bad habits (where do I begin with those?) in front of him.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Twas a messy day on the good ship. The DP Fussler cried quite a bit last night before he finally went to sleep and then he woke up crying again during the night. This morning we figured out why; he was plagued by a tummy ache and a messy case of the GIs. PU! So the DP Fussler and I spent the day changing diapers and witnessing a horrific case of painful diaper rash unfold.
So, daycare was out and I had to stay home until our noble Boatswain arrived back onboard.
When I did get to work, I found out many others were having quite a day of it too. My work-captain's wife's car broke down and he had to go rescue her. I felt badly that work-captain had to work longer until I arrived, as the usual evening navigator's brother had passed on and was not at work. Also today, another crew member's daughter fell, literally on her face and smashed it up quite well. It is 9/11, but I guess we would rather be dealing with all these annoyances than what those victims and their families faced six years ago on this date.
So, daycare was out and I had to stay home until our noble Boatswain arrived back onboard.
When I did get to work, I found out many others were having quite a day of it too. My work-captain's wife's car broke down and he had to go rescue her. I felt badly that work-captain had to work longer until I arrived, as the usual evening navigator's brother had passed on and was not at work. Also today, another crew member's daughter fell, literally on her face and smashed it up quite well. It is 9/11, but I guess we would rather be dealing with all these annoyances than what those victims and their families faced six years ago on this date.
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