Ben and me with ashes
I didn’t mean to go away for a week unannounced. I did in fact write an announcement that I’d be breaking for the first week of Lent. But somehow it didn’t get posted. Oops.
And then of course since I’d turned off the computer I didn’t notice. Mea culpa!
I’m still trying to decide what level of internet activity I’ll pursue for the rest of Lent. The break was good for me; but I did miss writing. I kept thinking of things I wanted to say.
Things that happened in the past week:
Ben began cutting his first two teeth. He’s now got little sharp points in his lower gums.
Lots of nights of sub-par sleep. And one night with really good sleep that almost made up for them all. Almost.
Sophie has developed a habit of needing a lot of extra comforting in the middle of the night. It used to be I could just go in, hug her and whisper a few comforting words and she’d resettle. I’m trying to figure out how to get back to that place. It isn’t easy. I’m afraid I lost my cool with her quite a few times in the past week as, tired and frustrated, I just wanted things to go back to the way they were. I’m now working on a much slower progression of weaning her off the need for me to stay in her room singing to her until she falls back to sleep.
Hopefully once her sniffles go away this will get better. I’m wondering if perhaps she might be starting to cut her two-year molars. Only time will tell. But wouldn’t that be my luck to have two teething children at once.
I mentioned before Sophie’s explosive progress in language. Yesterday she surprised me by reciting almost all of the Hail Mary. She’s also got a bunch of nursery rhymes down. I love it.
We’ve tried to start Ben on solids. He’s not really taking to them. Though I did have my first small success this morning with egg yolk. He actually made an mmm sound and ate three or four bites before he gave up. He definitely wants to hold the spoon himself. He’s that kind of baby.