I fully expected today to suck from a giant tube of rancid bean paste, but fate had other plans in mind and many of my fears were mercifully unrealized, which was a damn relief, as I'm feeling significantly stressed out of late. By way of an update, while it seems we've successfully weaned our little boy, Oliver, off the breast and onto the bottle, we're still having a hugely difficult time getting him to sleep through the night (thus we too are having a hard time sleeping). He's still loudly waking up at 2, 3, 4 and 5 a.m. Eager to acclimate him to the ways of the rest of the world, we've begrudgingly started the campaign to ferberize him. I've discussed it here before, but let me reinforce the sentiment. Ferberizing Sucks! Adding insult to injury, it seems the dreaded Dr. Ferber himself is starting to question his own theory, only validating my inherent suspicions with the method. It was hugely unpleasant when we put Charlotte (and ourselves) through it, but it seems a thousand times more difficult with Oliver. The past few nights have been sheer Hell.
But new challenges await. The Missus if flying out of town tomorrow for a weekend breather with her family, leaving me to look after the kids solo. As fate would have it, it's also my beloved step-father's 80th birthday this weekend, so I'm packing up Charlotte and Oliver and heading out to Long Island to be a part of the festitivies. To suggest that I'm looking forward to next three days of arduous parenting would be a flabby, fatuous lie, but at least I'll have my mother, my sister, my nephews and the rest of my extended family to help out. I don't expect a lot of sleep -- let alone a lot of time sitting still -- but it's an event I simply cannot miss. And it will be nice to have my children be a part of it. I'm hoping so, anyway.
Check back on Monday to see if we all survived!
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