Was he sick? Was he getting a new tooth?
Today he slept through his nap (exhaustion from a week without sleep?) and it somehow popped into my head that he might be afraid of the dark. I found a light to plug in, and as I did so right before bedtime I noticed another cord.
The cord to his white noise machine.
Patrick has slept with that machine for most of his life. There's also a huge fan going in the room all the time, to help drown out the sound of Mae jumping on her bed and moving furniture and carrying on at all hours of the night, so I hadn't noticed that during one of her double gate fence hops she'd come into his room and played with it and apparently turned it off.
I turned it back on and within five minutes Patrick had fallen asleep by himself.
That machine is worth it's weight in gold if it helps him sleep that soundly through the night.
I feel like we need to send the cats owner a fruit basket.
Yesterday I began the task of updating my blog roll after Paul pointed out that there was a blog on there that said it hadn't been updated in six years and "have you even being doing this for that long?" (no, no I have not... in reality most of the blog had been removed at some point of the last five years). I began by deleting all the links that hadn't been updated in more than a year... but it's still a work in progress.
And there are a lot of blogs I read that aren't on there so... baby steps towards being a bit more organized on the blog roll front.
Me: "I'm going to make lunch so I'll be in the kitchen. If you want to you can watch TV." (and by TV I mean, a movie, since we don't have cable)
Sadie: "No thank you. It's not good for Patrick's brains."
Me: "It's okay for him to watch it once in a while when you guys have it on. Just not a lot."
Sadie: "Mommy. TV isn't good for baby brains. I don't want his brains turning to mush. We're not turning it on."
|We're pretty happy.|
She pulled down the curtain and the jackets of the rack and moved the chair and I thought, "oh cute, she's making a fort"... and then I saw this. It's one of the few vents that I haven't covered with a heavy (raised) piece of furniture for this very reason (the others are like two feet wide and a foot across and covered with these flimsy wood screens... and they scare me... so they're under a couch and a huge chest). Apparently I was right to be concerned about the larger ones:
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