This first one is sort of awkward, but if I can’t embarrass myself on my blog, where can I embarrass myself? You know how I told you that Slouching Mom nominated me for the Blogitzer over at Blogger’s Choice Awards for my Coleridgesque writing style? And, you know how I told you that you could vote for me? Well, it turns out that they were having some technical difficulties with that particular nomination that day, and all but one of the votes disappeared. Something to do with hanging chads, I think. So, if you think you voted for me, you probably didn’t. Here is that button again, in case you want to recast your vote for real.
Remember how I told you J and I are on the wagon, totally cold turkey when it comes to sweets? Well, it turns out that J was still climbing into the wagon when it started, tumbled out the back, and was left behind at the starting line. I, however, have made it three weeks now. I am hoping to get to New Year’s Day (with the one already-scheduled exception I had told you about). I had a rather ugly withdrawal period, a good sign that I was more dependent upon sugar than I would have liked to have been.
The good side is that saying “no” to sweets in December eliminates all the internal debating about this particular Christmas cookie and that specific chocolate cake. The down side is that J and the boys made a gingerbread house yesterday, and doughnuts are a traditional Hanukkah food. ‘Nuff said.
The boys are doing well sharing a room. Benjamin is no longer waking up at six and tossing objects at Zachary while screaming at the top of his lungs in hopes of awakening him. They are sleeping nicely until 7:00 (knock wood). Even better, they then hang out in the room for awhile. Zachary uses the potty that we keep in the room and they chat till I can haul my lazy ass out of bed.
Sometimes evening is a little rocky. If they are really tired, they exchange a few giggles just for the sake of keeping up appearances and then nod off to sleep. If they are not tired? Well, J went in last night after twenty minutes to inform them that simultaneously jumping on their beds while screaming does not qualify as going to sleep.
That’s all. A more substantive post soon.