So in my last post I promised to tell you what happened the other night. If your mind is anything like mine (in the gutter), it’s not what you think.
The thing is we co-sleep, meaning we all sleep in the same bed. Little bub on one side closest to the wall, mama san in the middle and daddy on the outside. That’s been the arrangement ever since our little one was born on a snowy January morning. She sleeps pretty well, both day and night, but still wakes up occasionly looking for her pacifier or just to snuggle closer to mommy. Sometimes she needs to eat and on rare occasions she needs a new nappy. Point is I ALWAYS wake up when she stirrs – even if she doesn’t wake up, but merely fuzzes I wake.
The other night I had crawled into bed next to my sleeping toddler and had fallen fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Hubby was (thankfully) still watching a movie in the living room. I woke up around midnight by Hubby carrying little C back to bed! She had apparently woken up, crawled over me and down off the bed and into the living room, where Hubby nearly had a heart attack! All without me waking up. Needless to say I didn’t get much sleep that night.
How about you? Where do your little ones sleep?
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So. Yesterday was St Patty’s day! Now that’s a holiday I wish we celebrated here. Lots of green, drunken shenanigans. Leprechauns everywhere – green leprechauns! Basically, summing it, here’s how America looks like from the outside on St. Patrick’s Day: Lots of green, lots of drunk people, lots of green, drunk people singing… and leprechauns. Yep, that’s pretty much it. Total awesomeness! I reside in the cold North – of Europe that is – and sadly we do not celebrate this green day of awesomeness here. We have Halloween and Valentine’s Day, but no one has bothered to bring over St. Patty’s. Shame, really. We nick everything else from across the pond so why not this little gem..
About seven years ago when I was just a wee little doe-eyed twenty-year-old I spent some time in Hawaii – great place! While there this lovely holiday of green festivities rolled around and my friends and I were constantly invited to parties (you know, by those guys that stand on the side walk and hand out flyers). Excited to be part of such a cool tradition we grabbed the flyers with a big fat “YES” followed by a sound that went something like this “MUAHAHA”. Upon enquiring about our age and us (of course) being honest, the green golden dreams were quickly snatched from us again. Alas.
We ended up attending an (alcohol free) party at our hostel. A party at which I met a tall, handsome bloke from Boston. Ah, but I digress.
Anyway, bring it on! Next year I’m throwing a St. Patrick’s Day party at my house – and you’re all invited!
This post was actually not going to be about the aforementioned holiday, but I am easily sidetracked. It was going to be about what happened last night and maybe a little bit about me – who is this mystery mommy blogger (who hasn’t yet mentioned her child)?
Well, , we’ve established that I come from Europe – the cold part. I am not a native English speaker. I do have an adorable little toddler – she is a girl and she is 14 months old and the joy of my life.
That’s all you get for now. Maybe next time I’ll tell you about last night.