A couple of months ago I took the plunge and started giving Brogan Melatonin. Seriously the best decision I've ever made. Ever. Well, okay. Maybe not the best best. But it's WAY up there.
In any case, I alternate how much I give him, how often I give it to him and on what days I give it to him so his body doesn't build up an immunity or dependency. I would have thought this was a good idea. Till the other day as he flung himself restlessly around on his bed on one of the nights I didn't give it to him and finally sat up and called out, "Vitamins please mama!" It's funny that even though I have never said to him, "These little vitamins help you sleep better, buddy, don't you LOVE them?" He has KNOWN. He has known the source of his restfulness and now yearns to find it every night.
I can understand why. Imagine being Brogan. He has never slept a full night through. Ever. And this time when I say ever, I mean ever. Can you imagine how that messes you up, how you feel inside, what your brain must be thinking? Then your mother starts giving you little magic vitamins an hour before bed and Wa-Bam! You are experiencing a restful nights sleep. For the first time in almost 6 years. Your entire life. Poor little man.
I now give him Melatonin every week night, the "break" is the weekend. I'm not sure how we'll handle summer vacation. We'll see how it goes.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Ain't He Sweet
And a little "survey" B-man filled out for Mother's day:
My Mother likes to Draw (no, not really. That's all you, baby.)
My Mother is 29 years old. (So so close. 30)
My Mother's favorite food is Fried Chicken Milk (..... what is THAT?)
My Mother's favorite sport is Blow Bubbles (hahhaha, oh, okay)
My Mother's favorite color is Gray (I have no idea where he got that)
My Mother's name is Krista
I love it when my Mother drives (you don't say?)
My Mother is Mom (nicely put, son)
My Mother is good at Reading
My Mother and I like to drive (do I sense a trend?)
My Mother like it when I eat apple pie (he's clearly delusional)
My Mother is great because I'm Happy (can't argue with that logic)
My Mom and I play at home
My Mom and I play link and logs (Lincoln Logs)
My Mom and I eat donuts (he's so subtle)
My mom and I go to Sea World (ummm ... once, last year)
My mom and I read books
My mom and I watch moveys (movies)
My mom and I like to drive in the truck (okay, okay! I get it!)
My Mother likes to Draw (no, not really. That's all you, baby.)
My Mother is 29 years old. (So so close. 30)
My Mother's favorite food is Fried Chicken Milk (..... what is THAT?)
My Mother's favorite sport is Blow Bubbles (hahhaha, oh, okay)
My Mother's favorite color is Gray (I have no idea where he got that)
My Mother's name is Krista
I love it when my Mother drives (you don't say?)
My Mother is Mom (nicely put, son)
My Mother is good at Reading
My Mother and I like to drive (do I sense a trend?)
My Mother like it when I eat apple pie (he's clearly delusional)
My Mother is great because I'm Happy (can't argue with that logic)
My Mom and I play at home
My Mom and I play link and logs (Lincoln Logs)
My Mom and I eat donuts (he's so subtle)
My mom and I go to Sea World (ummm ... once, last year)
My mom and I read books
My mom and I watch moveys (movies)
My mom and I like to drive in the truck (okay, okay! I get it!)
Leaps and Bounds
The boy is growing so fast.
He's learning so much.
He's getting so smart.
It's hard to keep up.
He's learning so much.
He's getting so smart.
It's hard to keep up.
He's reading, or at least attempting to read everything he can get his hands on.
Which is some situations isn't so helpful.
Which is some situations isn't so helpful.
The Chuck E. Cheese up the road has been under renovation for a few months now as they expand. They've remained open, just had patrons using a different entrance. However, since the front of the building and the parking lot is all torn up ... I've told a slight lie as we've driven past and he's shouted with glee,
"Go to Chuck E. Cheese!"My reply has been,
"Sorry bud, look, it's closed."
Being a child of kind of sound reasoning, he's believed me.
His mother.
The fudger.
However, (darn you, CEC!) they recently hung up a banner across the front declaring,Being a child of kind of sound reasoning, he's believed me.
His mother.
The fudger.
"OPEN! Door on Side!"
He can read any and all four letter words.
Frick.
He loves telling people "You're welcome." I think he feels it's a public service because he certain gets a lot of joy out of it.
When he gets himself a drink, he will more than likely pour his sister a drink also. Some days I'm not too sure this isn't out of
He's less terrified of birds ...
He loves being out. Going places. Doing things. Which is a joy to me, since neither his sister or father
He can read any and all four letter words.
Frick.
He's also become more aware of others.
If he sees me laying in bed without covers on (in my case, it's usually on purpose ... but I'm not going to point that out to the boy) he'll rush in, pull covers up all around me. Pat them down and exclaim,
If he sees me laying in bed without covers on (in my case, it's usually on purpose ... but I'm not going to point that out to the boy) he'll rush in, pull covers up all around me. Pat them down and exclaim,
"There you go!"
"Thanks buddy."
"You're welcome."
"You're welcome."
He loves telling people "You're welcome." I think he feels it's a public service because he certain gets a lot of joy out of it.
When he gets himself a drink, he will more than likely pour his sister a drink also. Some days I'm not too sure this isn't out of
self
preservation
so he doesn't have to share. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt though.preservation
He's less terrified of birds ...
at a distance.
We went to the Fort Worth Zoo the other day and he sat for a good 20 minutes just watching the swans. They've built up a nest and laid an egg or two and he finds himself enthralled with their nest protecting, waddling and squawking at each other.
He loves being out. Going places. Doing things. Which is a joy to me, since neither his sister or father
ever
want to goanywhere.
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