Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Smile Like You Mean It

Change is in the air around our house. As the boys approach three months old, we are trying to modify their schedule and return to a more successful version of sleeping through the night. After our trip to Louisiana, we kind of forgot about self-soothing and patting withouth picking up. Right now as I type, it's been three minutes of James crying and it's killing me to sit here rather than run upstairs and fix it. We are going to switch from feeding the boys every three hours to every four hours. We've noticed that they don't eat all of their bottles at certain points in the day, and so we're changing how often and when we are feeding the boys. Our plan is to start at 7 a.m. and have a bedtime of 8:30. We'll see how it all pans out, but in theory it sounds good.

The boys were very entertaining today. In addition to letting the kids cry longer at night, we are also trying to let them self-soothe during the day as well. Mikey is not too fond of this plan - notice the pouting and tear. Luckily all of this drama was solved by turning the music on the activity mat back on.
Ryan has gotten so big. Not only is he a little chubby compared to his brothers, he is also longer (but Mikey has bigger feet). He has started to move his head around and look at things a little more rather than just stare at himself in the mirror. I guess his narcissus phase has come to an end (at least for the moment). As Bob took Ryan's bib off today, he decided to leave it strategically placed so that Ryan would look like the flying nun. I'm not sure who's the worst parent - the one who turns his kid into Sally Field or the one who takes the picture of it.

Around lunch time, Dennis called, and he and Bob met up to indulge in some Taco Bueno. That left me at home with the kids. Ryan and Michael enjoyed their new swings and slept through their Dad's outing, while James and I played with the cat. Emma is not too impressed that her spot on my lap has been taken by three small squirmy things. James thinks that's pretty funny.

1 comment:

  1. I can't believe how chunky! I mean juicy, juicy! Who would have thought that 3m triplets could have so much chunk?

    Beautiful babies . . . good luck with letting them cry. It was miserable with twins-- but IT WORKS. And we MoMs just cant afford to cheat!

    Strength and sleep be with you.