*Miles William is still sleeping like crap. He's back to waking around 1AM he's screaming so loudly that if I don't bring him into our bed he wakes Oscar. Then, I have two children in my bed. So, Miles wins. He gets to come to the bed. He's absolutely cutting molars right now and is miserable for it. Even once he's in our bed he spends the night tossing and turning. His signature move is throwing his head back and slamming it into my nose. Once last night; twice the night before. It's pretty awesome. I am sleeping horribly. But I would sleep even more horribly with two children in my bed. So, win? Partially?
*Oscar is officially sleeping in his big boy bed most nights. Not last night, or anything, when he was up until 10:30PM and I finally brought him into our bed so he'd go to sleep. Then, when Nelson moved him, he had to stay in Oscar room with him for an hour. Oh, yeah, and that little maneuver work up Miles, who tossed and turned in our bed from 1AM on. Not that I'm tired. At this point, I'm pretty sure my body has evolved into a state of hyper performance where I no longer need sleep. Kind of like Jason Bourne, without all the killing.
*Oscar is killing potty training. He is in underwear every day. We're averaging once accident a day, but he did have his first accident free day on Friday. His main problem is that he doesn't always tell us in time that he has to go to the potty, and he does not make it. Sometimes he'll be really busy playing and realize too late that he's got to go, and he'll have an accident. He is also more likely to have them when he's tired. He's also successfully peed in public, but only in his potty. (Yes, I bring his potty with us. No, I don't have any shame.) I'm not quite sure what else to do because he's afraid of the big toilet. So, with us the potty goes. Thank god I gave up what was left of my dignity years ago.
*It's settled. I'm going to BlogHer this year. And I'm likely rooming with this lady. And, possibly this lady. And, if we can convince her to trek her ass across country, this lady. I know, I know, it's like blog royalty. Dooce was totally begging to room with me, but I was like, "No way, Heather Armstrong! I'm only rooming with people named Jennifer and/or Pamela. You're out!" I'm slightly concerned that I'm going to drink way too much in an effort to Relax! and Be Social! and end up making a total ass of myself. Okay, that's pretty likely to happen. I'm also wondering what people wear to the BlogHer conference. Business attire? Jeans? Somewhere in the middle? I'm not worried about being cute, I'm worried about being appropriate. What I'm asking is should I leave the stripper shoes at home?
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