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Aug. 25th, 2009 11:36 amI have 90% of my to-do list done. The other 10% is not Zweeble-friendly, so I can't complete it until he's asleep.
His sleep cycle is totally messed up--he slept until 9am. His nap got later and later last week, thus falling-asleep time went later and later (bedtime stayed the same). This week's major project is re-structuring the sleep schedule. Next week we work on meals.
I had to actually start laundry today, because everything we brought back from Ohio--including the stuff I washed before we left--smells of cigarette smoke. My father-in-law only smokes outside or in the basement, but that stuff is insidious. I tried to just air the clothes out, then stuck them in the dryer with Bounce, but it didn't work, so into the washer they go.
Oh, and I re-did the Zweeb's toenails today. My mother had some small bottles of nail polish that Z. saw and wanted on his nails. Mom talked him into having his toes done, so he had gold toenails for a couple of weeks. Today he discovered my glow-in-the-dark polish from Halloween, like, five years ago, so I had to give him a pedicure. I have no idea if the stuff still works; I guess we will see tonight.
My son the glam-rocker. Maybe I'll make him David Bowie for Halloween.
His sleep cycle is totally messed up--he slept until 9am. His nap got later and later last week, thus falling-asleep time went later and later (bedtime stayed the same). This week's major project is re-structuring the sleep schedule. Next week we work on meals.
I had to actually start laundry today, because everything we brought back from Ohio--including the stuff I washed before we left--smells of cigarette smoke. My father-in-law only smokes outside or in the basement, but that stuff is insidious. I tried to just air the clothes out, then stuck them in the dryer with Bounce, but it didn't work, so into the washer they go.
Oh, and I re-did the Zweeb's toenails today. My mother had some small bottles of nail polish that Z. saw and wanted on his nails. Mom talked him into having his toes done, so he had gold toenails for a couple of weeks. Today he discovered my glow-in-the-dark polish from Halloween, like, five years ago, so I had to give him a pedicure. I have no idea if the stuff still works; I guess we will see tonight.
My son the glam-rocker. Maybe I'll make him David Bowie for Halloween.
