A milestone retracted

Aaaaand Elle is back in our room. I'm just not ready yet. Baby steps. I'll start with having her nap in her crib and I'm sure by the time the grandmas start coming up to babysit she'll be in there full-time. That's the goal anyways. I stopped by my work yesterday and while chatting with the CEO, Greg, I told him that Elle had slept in her nursery for the first time. He told me that his twins started out in the nursery from the get-go because they didn't want to get attached. That's exactly what it is. I'm so attached it's not even funny. Now I wouldn't go there but my mind keeps wandering back to this contraption our former realtor, Chris, told us about. He said he loved having the kids sleep in their room with them and he had this thing where it's like an elevated bassinet for THE BED that goes between him and his wife. That's taking it a little far for us but it does sound amazing. I'll figure it out. Elle is still only 2 and a half months old so it's not like I'm pushing the envelope here. It's more that I know it's "time" to start the transition and I don't think I feel ready. 


I'm so happy it's Friday. You don't appreciate the weekend when you're in college or grad school. Everyday is essentially a weekend when you're in school. While my love affair for Fridays didn't start until I began working FT last April, it has definitely heightened now that I'm home with the baby and Casey is at work. I get excited at about 3 PM everyday because it means there are only a few hours left in the day before my husband gets home. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely ADORE spending the day with my infant but there is nothing like an extra pair of hands, among many other things. Today is an extra special Friday because Casey is taking a halfday and will be home in about 3 and a half hours! Woohoo! Which means I have that time to pack-up for our overnight trip down to Orange County. There is so much to think about when you're packing for a baby. Diapers, burp cloths, extra outfits, aspirator bulb, and on and on.


Last, I need to vent about our Basset Hounds. Being with them 24/7 has been driving me up the wall crazy. Lately, it is because of Marley's "knocking" at the doors. He used to only "knock" at the kitchen door to signal us that he wants to come back inside. Well, recently, he took up "knocking" at our bedroom door. The tricky thing is that his nails on the glass door is SO loud so I can't ignore it. I immediately go to the kitchen door and let him in. However, by doing so, I'm reinforcing this behavior and he has ONLY been knocking at our bedroom door lately. Which would be fine, whatever, except the baby is sleeping in there! We discussed his "knocking" with the trainer last summer because it was shredding our kitchen door. She thought it was great that he had found a way to signal us at all to let him out. Her suggestion was to put up a board of plexiglass on the kitchen door to save the door and make his knocking less obnoxious. Which we did but it doesn't resolve our current issue. The only solution I see is a doggie door but we don't have a good spot for it. One, because it would essentially render our driveway useless and either Casey or I would always have to park on the street. And two, because our house is on a platform, I don't think Delilah would be able to physically use the doggie door if it were at the kitchen door. She shouldn't even be climbing up the 2 steps to get in and out. I wish this weren't the case because a doggie door would be SUCH a huge relief for me. I let these dogs in and out about 2 dozen times throughout the day. The hardest is when I'm nursing Elle and they are clawing at the doors to get out like their life depended on it. Blarhgihigniegdngasi. While I'm definitely not excited about going back to work because I'll miss my little sweet pea like no other, I am kind of excited for the break from our dogs. They're exhausting. 

The Perpetrator