It’s Bedtime

It’s almost midnight. Both kids went to sleep around 10 p.m. and both have woken up twice already. This is the only time I get to write. I’m tired. I was in the main city market all day, shopping for food and stuff for the house. Lila was in the carrier. She is so heavy now. My shoulders are sore from carrying her for so many hours. I know I’ll drop just as soon as I lie down.

Yet I need time to unwind before I get into bed. And since we only have one computer, Glad and I have to share it. It’s “first come, first serve” with the laptop. Whoever gets it can use it. Glad was using it, watching a movie. Then he went to shower and I did what I wanted. Since I wasn’t finished when he came out, he laid down to wait and in minutes was asleep. So the computer was mine. But it is so late and I have to get up tomorrow. I have to get up when the kids do, day or night. I don’t get enough sleep.

Logan was moving into our bed several times a night. It was getting bothersome to not be comfortable in bed but we didn’t know how to keep him in his bed. Last night I put the removable bars on the bed so Lila could play there and then left them there when Logan went to sleep. And you know, it worked. He stayed in his bed all night, simply because he couldn’t get out.

This is how he sleeps when the bars are out, and of course he can escape.

This is how he sleeps when the bars are out, and of course he can escape.


No, I’m not trying to be mean to my child. He doesn’t NEED to sleep in my bed all night, every night. I need my bed; he has his own. He is in my room and is close to me and can call if he needs me, but I prefer that my kids sleep in their own beds. I sleep better that way…at least for a few hours.

I’d better put the bars in tonight.

Love with Partiality

Just today I saw that in action. I was getting Logan into bed and daddy came to say goodnight. Logan loves it when daddy plays with him and was getting excited about the play, but then daddy asked for a kiss. Well, he should know by now that Logan doesn’t give him kisses willingly, yet he continues to ask all the time.

Usually Logan will pull away or try to hit him and will then finally give the requested kiss, but this time he was already in bed drinking his bottle. He had stopped drinking to laugh at daddy’s play, but as soon as daddy said, “Give me a kiss”, you should have seen how fast that bottle flew into his mouth again. Daddy asked again and Logan turned to the side away from daddy, more intent than ever on the bottle.

So daddy turned him on his back and pulled the bottle out of his mouth while Logan held on to it for dear life, and asked for a kiss again. Logan saw there was no way out so he opened his mouth (that is how he gives a kiss, by opening his mouth and slobbering on whichever part of the body you happen to put near it) and gave a dutiful kiss. Then the bottle was back in his mouth.

A minute later when daddy was out of the room I asked Logan for a kiss and he immediately took the bottle out of his mouth and gave me one! Now who is being partial?

He has gotten so attached to me in the past month. He used to be daddy’s boy, always saying “dada” and wanting daddy, but now he will cry if I so much as put him in daddy’s arms when he wants to be with me. And it’s not just a cry but a pitiful “mama”. I feel so loved. He is too intelligent.

Here are some of the latest pics I have.

Checking out the Christmas tree just after it was put up. Now he isn’t so gentle with it. He races up to it and pulls as hard as he can on the decorations on the lower branches, which are starting to droop.

Busy man playing with his toys.

Eating noodles, one food he really likes.

“Mom made me sit here.”

Baby Santa. He doesn’t like wearing the hat but I think it is so cute on him. Just getting these pics took a lot of work as he wouldn’t sit still.

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