It doesn't SLEEP

Sierra has become a grumpy monster! She will not sleep at night, and even when she does, Jaymes doesn't sleep either and wakes her up. She seems to think she belongs in bed with ME and it is getting old. With the total lack of sleep in the past week, I've relented and she sleeps a few hours. Let's just say everyone is dead friggin tired. TIRED.

Sierra is a grouch all day, because she's TIRED. Jason is also a grouch. As am I. Jaymes is Jaymes. Sleep, oh how I miss you.

Christmas goodies!

In case you didn't think Sierra had enough baby dolls, she now has a bunch more. We got her a life sized one, and I put one of her own newborn outfits on it. Kinda cool, since I saved her teeny stuff, her baby has a big wardrobe! She also got two other babies from others, one being a small newborn baby type with a bed and blanket and the other being a toddler-baby that looks just like her, minus the hemmangeoma! It has 2 pairs of shoes and 2 outfits. I think MIL got that for her.

She got lots of cute clothes from MIL too, for once I think she listened to Jason and I because she got all the right sizes, and not too much was hideous. Her taste was pretty on par with my own.

Her favorite gift was the baby doll stroller I chose for her. She wheels her babies all around the house, all day long. Loves it. Soooo cute. She got a big, clear, water/glitter filled bounce ball too, and loves to play "catch" with me rolling it up and down the hall.

She doesn't sleep anymore. She is apparently tall enough to open her door now, so she comes out every hour or so. We put her back, she screams her head off and comes back out, and in the end no one gets any sleep. It really sucks, and she's not a happy camper during the day since she's not getting her sleep. I may give the pediatrician a call and see if he has any thoughts.

All in all, I'd say the little shoe diva had a good Xmas. Thankfully the disgusting drama unfolding in the "family" has not touched her like it has Jaymes, and she can remain blissfully unaware of anything bad on a special day like this one.

Posting FAIL

I know, I know. I suck. once the holiday garbage is done with, I will have more time for blogging. I'm very sorry for my inactivity!

Sierra remains adorable, but evil. She no longer sleeps at night. She screams out "dadddddyyyyy!" or else just whines. She stops the minute you let her out, she just wants to sleep with me. I'm not doing it- terrible habit. No children sleeping in my bed. No no no.

She's getting a little better. I've implemented the whole "ferberizing" thing. It works well. I'm cruel and heartless.

But it's either she sleeps, or... I mail her away to Abu Dhabi.

Baby alive?

Apparently my mother in law has gotten Sierra a Baby Alive doll. Supposedly it is a numbered one, out of 5000 ever made. I don't know the truth of that, I thought Baby Alive was pretty much a mass produced Walmart commercial baby doll.

My fear is that she got this toy at a garage sale. I'm ok with garage sale goodies, generally... However Baby Alive pees and poops (ew), meaning the inside of those things get kinda foul if not cleaed out regularly. I'm imagining gunky, mold filled orfices on this doll, and cringing at the thought.

I could be wrong, though, she just made it sound a lot like it came from a garage sale. We shall see.

Boycott Pee-Pee!

Sierra is making our nights suck. Seriously. at age 2, you'd think she could hold her pee-pee until at least early morning, or ignore it like she used to... She'll wake up at midnight, and at 4am. We've concluded that all it takes to satisfy her is a diaper change and a drink. Has to be both, not just one. She cannot tolerate being wet. We need to limit her liquid intake at night I guess, but she is always so thirsty!

I cannot get over how smart she is... It's so weird, having a Jaymes at 2 and having a Sierra at 2... Very very different. Polar opposite. Sierra understands "me", "you", "mine", "my", "yours". It's incredible. She asks questions "where baby go?" "Where Jaymes go?" and tell us what she wants...


On the bad news side of things, Echo the Chewer Dog had declared war on the Tiny Shoe Diva's shoe collection.

One pair brown and pink sparkley dress shoes- eaten.
One pair little green slip flops with flowers- eaten.
One pair blue fireworks sandals-eaten.
One pair pink winter boots- eaten.

I've moved them to a higher shelf, and given the Shoe Chewer a stern lecture.

Wow!

Apparently Sierra knows all her body part names. How do I miss these things?

Worried...

Sierra saw the Endocrinologist over at Baptist Hospital today... She had been referred because the pediatrician looked at her growth charts from a year ago and graphed the progression up to this year at her 2nd birthday, and she had not grown at all in weight or height.

Apparently bloodwork he did prior to this appointment came back strange, they didn't explain it well and kept asking me about glucose and diabetes and stuff and I was too frazzled to get an explanation.

Anyway they want to check her growth hormones and her water retaining hormones. They suggested that she could be a late bloomer, or that when she hit her head and her brain bled as a 3 month old, that it could have damaged the part of the brain that controls growth.

They took blood, urine, and an xray of her arm for whatever reason... She'll go back in 6 months, unless the tests show something bad and then she'll be back sooner.

I can't deal with two sick kids. She has to be ok, because I can't handle anything else on my plate anymore. I'm past my limit. I need a break.