Wait. Aw, MAN….

Pretty much every night since we returned from our beach trip, Rosie has had trouble going to sleep at night. I don’t know if it’s just the disruption of her usual schedule that has thrown her off, or if she’s got teeth coming in or what, but what I DO know is that L and I are fairly close to putting her up for bid on eBay. It’s particularly jarring to have to deal with the mind-numbing screaming in the evening because during the daytime she is delectably precocious and fun-loving, dancing  in her high perch in the grocery cart and waving hello to everyone she sees out the car window.

She’s kind of a sentimentalist like that, though. I imagine her toddler emotions in all-caps: I AM SO MAD! I AM HAVING SUCH A GOOD TIME! I AM HUNGRY! I AM FEELING EXTREME AMOUNTS OF LOVE TOWARD YOU AT THIS VERY MOMENT! I do not know where this apparent love of bold statements comes from AT ALL.

But the bedtime thing sucks, frankly. One of the most brutal things about parenting a young kid is thinking that some phase has passed, never to return, and then BLAMMO: you’re right back in the trenches. I keep flinging my arms up in exasperation to L every night as Rosie is shaking her bedrails and howling to say “FOR THE LOVE. WE HAVE ALREADY DONE THIS.” Because, you know, we so totally have. And yet somehow it won’t stick in the old noggin that this will probably keep happening periodically for a good while. That section of my brain seems to be made of Teflon.

One small (itty bitty – I’m grasping at straws here) piece of this whole scream-a-thon that is better than when she was a baby, though, is the fact that she can communicate to us with more than just wails. She can say “nilk” (milk) or “Wadi” (water – which I have to say is one of my favorite toddler words she uses – when she really wants some ice water she will croon, “Cole wadi! Colllle waaaadiiiii!”) or “rock rock” or “hold you” and we can do something productive that might actually help alleviate the decibel level. Or sometimes we can just stand outside her room and chuckle at the absurdity of her frenzied rage as she yells “NO! NO MA’AM! NO MAAAAAAA’AAAAAAAMMMM!” to the universe. (Slash Noah who spends the first thirty minutes to an hour of his bedtime under his covers with his hands on his ears.)(Which we feel kinda bad about.)(Except L did point out that he didn’t sleep through the night for two years, so maybe we shouldn’t feel too bad about it.)(Still, we may want to get his hearing tested soon, because Rosie’s screams could shatter a lead glass plate.)

Anyway, I’m just really going to be glad when this phase passes and we don’t have to deal with it ever again.

2 comments

1 ginnymom { 06.10.10 at 8:59 am }

I remember this episode with Aunt Rachel when she was maybe 13….. oh I guess that’s not helpful is it?

2 Beth { 06.17.10 at 12:00 pm }

I love how polite she is when screeching her displeasure at bedtime (noun, f.) :
“NO MA’AM!”

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