Longest night in history

Last night, to put it mildly, didn't go well.

Let's start by telling you all that Sunday Hazel ran a fever all day. Had no other ailments, other than being slightly more tempermental than normal, so we just treated her with Nurofen and tylenol to get her fever down and laid low all day. That night was awful though, as she woke up shortly after we put her to sleep, just sobbing. She sat on Brett's lap through Lost and then went back to bed.

Monday, because she was running a fever on Sunday, we stayed home until Daddy got home from work and then went to the grocery in Carrickfergus. She acted fine all day, no fever, but not much of an appetite.

Yesterday (Tuesday), we got up, took Daddy to work, she was in a good mood, came home, got ready for mom and tots. She wasn't grouchy, per say, but being "Terrible Two-ish" so it took longer than normal to get ready, but we got there on time, and she seemed to have a great time. We ran into town for 1/2 hour to get dinner, go to the bank, and I didn't take the stoller as we didn't have far to go and I figured she could use the walking. Well, 10 minutes in, she simply sat down, exhausted, and refused to go farther. So I finished our errands and headed home. Nap time went down without much of a fuss, we went to get Daddy, had dinner, then put her to bed at her usual time after Bear in The Big Blue House. She seemed keen on laying down when I took her upstairs, didn't want held, just wanted to be in her bed. She even Shhhh'd me when I sang, so I figured she was ready to crash.

WRONG.

As soon as I left her room, the screaming started. So, I though she was doing her tantrum thing she does when Mommy and Daddy are doing something without her. 20 minutes laters, she was still crying and she was crying harder, so I went up to get her. Usually when this happens, her and I go sit on mommy and daddy's bed in the dark and snuggle and sing and talk. But this time, she just sobbed. Hard. She was acting stuffy (I think from all the crying), so I yelled for Brett so he could come up to fill and turn on her humidifier. Too quietly. He didn't hear me. So I yelled again. Again, not loud enough, he didn't hear me. So I yelled one last time, and I must have scared her, because she started sobbing harder and so hard she couldn't breathe. Sigh, I just hugged her and kissed her and Brett came running, not b/c he heard me, but b/c he could hear her. We sat upstairs for a good 1/2 hour until she calmed down enough to go to sleep. That was 9:30/ 9:45. Brett and I decided to head to bed about 11, I got a shower, then snuck in to turn down her humidifier. Successful. Went to bed and pulled out my book. 1/2 way through my chapter, we heard moans. But we didn't think much of it as they were quiet and inconsistant. Dreaming, we thought. But they got louder, and more persistant, so I snuck in. She was crying in her sleep, so I rubbed her back and her head, then turned the humidifier back on. She was out. Mommy went back to bed. 1 minute (literally) later, the crying picked back up. So I went in and picked her up, but she was still mostly asleep, so I thought I would take her in with us, lay her down and when she was really asleep, I'd put her back in her room. No go. This kid is a tosser and a turner. She draped herself in the most hysterical positions over Brett and I. But she never really fell sound asleep. So I finally decided she should go back to bed as she couldn't get comfy with us. Wrong.

To sum up this story, I ended up sleeping part of the night on Hazel's floor next to her crib, b/c the second she couldn't see me, she would start in on the hysterics. Then I finally was sure she was sound asleep and went to my bed for a whopping 2 hours. Then they hysterics started again. so we came downstairs, but I was so dead that by 5, we had to come back up. I couldn't do another second.

Brett, Hazel, and I are zombies today. I'm thinking it was teething. Any other ideas? I can't do another night like that.

Bubbles!

Last night I broke out the bubble machine for the first time in many months b/c Hazel's been on a bubble kick lately and I just can't get motivated to blow that many bubbles for that long. Hazel LOVED it. We had fun watching her play....

Dress up

We bought a dress-up jewelry set at Asda yesterday. Now, it's not much, just 3 necklaces, 3 braclets and a pair of clip on heart earrings. Don't worry, I've been watching her while she plays with it all...

Anyway, we've been dressing up Lumpy with the necklaces and earrings. She's just fascinated by the earrings. I clipped them on her and she waddled around the room like a queen with them on. I'll get a picture at some point. For now we're enjoying the playing....

Sixteen

It's been a long day folks. I got a belly ache 1/2 way through the Knit night, so I was up most of the night not feeling well. However, I was determined to take Hazel to a Mom and Tots group to get her out and running some of that toddler energy off. Little did Michelle and I know, it's 1/2 term break for the kids in school, so none of the M&T groups in town were meeting...sigh. So Michelle and I drove Hazel and Beth to Junction One to try out their soft play area. It was really fun as their S.P.A. for the under 4's is small enough that Hazel was able to do much of it on her own without Mommy helping, which I think she really enjoyed. We still like Cheeky Monkey's the best, but this one was good for a change every once in a while. Plus Cheeky Monkey's is good excersize for me, too! We probably would have stayed quite a while, however, when we got there, there were no seats left for eating and keeping your belongings, so we had to find a corner to drop our shoes and coats off, and then it was SOOOOO crowded that it wasn't as enjoyable as it could have been. With all the kids on break, I think all kids in NI were at that SPA. I had to have a polite (though, through gritted teeth) discussion with a grandmother who insisted on standing at the safety gate with it wide open (even though her grandson was well inside the play area and she was unable to see him from there) letting all the little ones (mine included) out. I did it as polite as I could muster, after the fourth time I had to chase my little Hazel back in. Grumble. Then a little boy, who's mother (or whoever she was) was sitting right behind him, tried to two hand shove Hazel down a slide. I looked right at him and his mother (why do I have to babysit a grown woman?) and told him not to shove Hazel. She hadn't quite sat down on her toosh and would have fallen somersault style down the slide had he shoved her like that. Now granted, the slide was MAYBE 3 feet high, and she had gotten very good at sliding down it alone (with me at the bottom to encourage her), but she's still really little and that might have really hurt her. At that point, she was stressed out with all the running screaming older kids (who should not have been in the younger area--there was a huge area for 5 and older--throwing balls at the little one's heads in the ball pit, pushing the little ones over to get to the slides, etc.) and I was stressed out trying to keep rude adults from injuring my little girl. So we decided to head down to Subway for lunch. After lunch, we took the girls in to the changing room for a diaper change. Michelle was apologizing for not being as quick as we are, and I told her that it happens when you've traveled as much as we have. She's flown with Beth, but I pointed out that in a year, Hazel and I have been on somewhere in the vaccinity of 16 (it is actually 18) flights, all of them atleast an hour in length. She agreed that I've probably earned being quick at changings. Hazel thought the word 16 was hysterical and we stood there and said 16 (she'd repeat, saying, "Dit-ten") and giggling everytime we said it. It was so cute. She still smiles when you say "Sixteen." So then, we headed out into the outdoor mall and did a little exploring. Hazel and Beth (Michelle's little girl) got to walk about (kind of) freely and we got some fresh air. We made a few purchases, but by 2pm the girls were dead. What started out as absolute elation that we were allowing them to walk on their own turned into sitting on the ground b/c they couldn't walk anymore. So we carried them. And our bags. And by the time we made it to our car, I was pooped. So we ran one more errand and came home.

The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful. I made Oriental Chicken (Brett grilled it in the oven) with a side of Creamy Brussel Sprouts Gratin. Yummy. THEN, I decided to get adventurous and try a recipe for Raisin Bread. Now let me say that I've never made bread before. And I've never made ANYTHING that required kneading. But I followed the recipe and everything they said would happen, happened, so I thought we were golden! But then I cut into the bread to try a piece and a small part of the inside was still uncooked. Sigh. I think I should lower the temperature in the oven (it's fan assisted, so it usually requires a lower temp and I just should have done it to begin with) as the outside brown very quickly, but didn't quite cook all the way through in the inside. I'll try again, as what was outside and cooked tasted yummy. So maybe I'll take a stab at it this weekend.

Well, I'm off for the day!
Hugs to all!

Big Grunt

Hazel's been a big fan of grunting lately. I think it's b/c she's watched me try to open something hard and grunting (like grunting helps). So we've been trying to squish our balls (even the hard bouncy balls) and grunting...pressing our play-doh with a loud "uuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhoooooooo" while sticking our toungue to the side of our 4 front teeth and giving the impression that we're having an anurism. I wish she'd let me take a picture of that face b/c it's absolutely the funniest thing I've ever seen.

In other news, it's crummy weather here today which has resulted in a headache that I cannot shake. I've had aleve, a cup of caffinated tea, and I'm wearing my glasses. Hazel woke up with one, too, I think, as she kept rubbing her eyes and wimpering, atleast until she had some Nurofin. So atleast one of us has been able to get rid of the headache...I'm holding out until her nap, b/c I'm napping, too. I really really need to clean, but I can barely think straight with this headache. Thank heavens it's just a lazy day in the neighborhood. Hopefully we won't have any surprise visitors...or I'll die.

Well, this foggy brain is signing off for now...I have my first knitting group tonight, so hopefully I'll feel better by then as I do no feel like knitting right now

Be Careful What You Show Her....

So last night, Brett dug his work clothes out of the dirty laundry basket and piled them on the floor. He then proceeded to empty the dryer.
Now Hazel's been helping me do laundry lately. She'll pull clothes out of the basket, stuff wet clothes from the washer into the dryer, "turn" the dryer knob and push the start button. She then helps mommy put the dirties into the washer, again "turn" the washer dial, and push the start button.
Well, when H saw that Daddy was doing laundry, she set off into "helping Mommy mode". She started stuffing his dirty work clothes (not really "dirty", just worn) into the drier. She proceeded to close the dryer door, make like she was turning the dryer dial, and then pushed the start button. Brett and I stood in awe and amusement in the living room. Now, she's been helping me with the laundry for a while, and it's only been a matter of once or twice that she's done the actual steps with me. This kid learns FAST.
So, we decided last night that we need to be insanely careful about what we show her and let her see as it won't take much for her to pick it up.

But I need room to spread ouuuuuuttttt.....

Tonight Brett took me to see the ballet! Yay! So today was spent cleaning and getting ready for this evening. I needed to run into town, so after lunch we put Hazel down for her nap, and I ran into Larne really quickly for a few items!

I just got back when Brett ran upstairs to check on Hazel...she sounded as if she was waking up just before I got home...and promptly came back down, grabbed the camera and told me, "You need to come up here." So I followed him.

Let me preface telling you what we found by telling you that H usually sleeps with 2 pillows, her blankie, a quilt, her doggy--Dougal, and her Bunny. Often times we find her underneath one of the pillows, or crammed in a corner surrounded by all her snugglies. She's a cuddler...has been forever.

But when we walked in her room this afternoon, this is what we found....

She had thrown everything in her crib out, save her blankie (the yellow that her head is resting on). And she's hugging a corner of her quilt through the bars. PLUS her left foot is slipped through the bars.

Now, it wasn't hot in her room. She hadn't been throwing a temper tantrum. Apparently, she was in the mood for a little extra room in her crib, and her snugglies were making her feel a bit...crowded....