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Remember-- they use sleep deprivation against prisoners and terrorists for a reason! It's proven to be crazy-making!
I have lusted after those World's Coolest Lunchboxes for awhile now, for me and/or my kids-- are they worth it? Do you all love them?
Good luck for the future, sleep-wise. Who ever thought it would be so complicated to get a kid to sleep?!!? Someday they'll be complaining about never getting to sleep in!
Oh Phantom! Sorry for the rough morning!
OK, I thought the refreshing feature was cool until it ate my comment! retzafrestza.
Where was I? Ah, yes, enjoying a dreamy vision of a morning cup of tea while Curious Girl sleeps. Those were the days.
Too bad the commiseration of pixies isn't more soporific.
Hey, I have one of those! I love mine so much- I get jealous stares from all the other vet students.
Until just this moment, I was convinced that somehow I had deprived my child of some necessary comfort or security, perhaps by weaning too early or by having another child, resulting in her near constant "petting," as she calls it - first of my chest just below the collar bone, until that spot wore out (i.e., just looking at it would send me into screaming hysterics), then a spot on my bra-line on the right side of my back as I nursed my other child until that spot wore out (and I became convinced that I had cancer because no one could even breathe near it), then (and still) the somewhat loose (now looser) skin at the back of my elbow. I have tried to interest her in my shoulder, my arm, a series of stuffed animals, etc., or my husband's arm, shoulder, chest, back, toes, whatever. She has finally discovered his ear, at least now and then, much to his dismay. So far he's hanging in there; I wish I could say I felt sympathetic, but all I feel is relieved. I sic her on him every chance I get. Anyway, good to know I don't have a corner on the quirky child market. As for the clinging, I have lately begun fantisizing about a vacation alone - even now, in fact, as I type, with the computer at an awkward angle on my knee by my neck to keep it from the one year old.
And look! Possibly the world's longest sentence at the top!
Holy cow! Can I use less than three non-consecutive hours of sleep as an excuse for my spelling?
I'm wishing you hot tea and 8 hours!
Aw, sorry for your sleep deprivation. But the image of BB in a metal hat with horns belting out the MILK opera is going to amuse me all day. 
Oy. Oy oy oy.
I am so sorry. You know I feel your sleep deprivation pain....but really, it grows very old very quickly. Much sympathy (and a few giggles at the thought of Baby Blue sobbing a tale of woe atop the coffee table).
Do you like the world's coolest lunch box? I have been debating them, although I am still a year and a half out from having to deal with the lunch situation on a regular basis...
Hey! We have one of those hats!
And we don't even need to modify much from Elmer Fudd transliteration to Baby Blue transliteration:
"I get my poweh from my speah and magic helmetttttttt!
Oh, my MILKie, you'wuh so wuv-wee!"
And yes, you know it, you can't help it.
Wishing you much more sleep, perhaps a nap today, and fast passing of the limpet stage. It's no fun being Velcro Mama.
oh, dear -- the human comfort object! daughter used to stroke my face; son tended to grab my breasts, even though he was weaned. they both had more portable comfies around BB's age, too -- special small blankies they liked, and daughter was devoted to a soft-bodied doll [which my husband still has hidden away in his dresser for sentimental reasons].
any chance BB might transition some of her comfort needs to a snuggly blanket or soft toy?
a direct suggestion will not work, of course. but blankies are versatile -- warm cozy wrap for watching TV, indoor picnic blanket, perfect for naps, part of the covers at night, lap blanket for road trips, excellent costume item for play [cape, headgear, etc.] -- and i think that is why a "special, just mine" blankie so often becomes the comfort item of choice.
You know I've had "Kill duh WAH-bit, kill duh WAH-bit!" in my head ever since I thought of the image, Genevieve.
Jackie and Chichimama, it really is the world's coolest lunchbox. It's so cool that it almost makes me wish that I had a job that required off-site lunches. (Almost.) I got it because LG is a big fan of these prepackaged "fun lunches" that the school serves, and I thought maybe he'd be excited if he could bring his own version of the fun lunch to school during the periods of vegetarian drought, especially as he was getting very sick of cheese or ketchup sandwiches.
The "cool" factor did really excite him for several weeks, and encouraged him to agree to several lunch options instead of just the two sandwiches. But eventually he reverted back to his usual one-note self. If there isn't a vegetarian option at school that day, he whines for ten minutes and then requests cold leftover pizza. I didn't need to pay $40 to serve him leftover pizza in a bento box. I'm just saying.
But if your children are more adventurous eaters than mine (well, it would be hard to be less adventurous eaters than mine), I recommend it highly. But get more than one water bottle to go with it -- the odd shape doesn't dry well overnight, and we're currently coping with invasive ickiness inside his.
She did finally go down for a nap while nursing. And I've even been able to slide her off my lap. Whoo-hoo! Freedom! Time to paaaaaaarty!
Belly play and exhaustion are why I am fighting my urge to wean Nonami. I just want a rest. My HUGE left breast wants a break.
I love the lunch box. If Kid L wouldn't lose or throw away the boxes I would get her one. As it is, I send only containers (baby food tubs) and bags that can be thrown away. Then, I am thankful to LL Bean for making a nice, affordable lunch box.
Oh, I'm sorry about the roughness of the morning--all of it, each and every part. I hope the day looks up soon...
Did anybody else click through from the cool lunchbox site to the dire warnings about lead in vinyl lunch boxes? The people who sell the cool lunchbox say it is not a hoax. Should I run out and buy a lead test kit?
Madeleine: don't panic. My resident authority (who once ran a study involving children's exposure to lead) says that it's hard to imagine ways in which children would actually ingest lead from their lunch boxes. I mean, unless the kid is eating tomato sauce that was poured directly into the lunch box, hot. Then, maybe.
We used vinyl lunch boxes before we got this one. And LG has always showed no exposures to lead on his yearly check-ups.
Thanks for the reassurance. I'm generally generally happy to say "boo!" to the media hype, but threats to our children's IQ! Not to be ignored!
I will henceforth stop placing the pasta directly in the lunch box and pouring hot sauce on it. It tends to get the napkin messy that way, anyway. 
We haven't had lead testing at checkups since age 2 or 3. I think the ped said if she was clear at that point, no worries.
Yay for naps!
I want one of those lunch boxes now. Maybe it would make me more excited about thinking up something different for lunch, instead of eating the same thing every day.
Lifehacker suggests freezing water bottles to avoid things growing in them after washing.
Ah yes, another post that makes me look so forward to probable impending motherhood.
But I've said it here before: if my child dares to go near my belly button, s/he's going to learn a lesson very quickly about how mommy does not want him/her anywhere near her belly button. (I have a thing about belly buttons. And it's not a good thing.)
Phantom, as soon as you said "Wagnerian Opera", I thought of Looney Tunes, even before reading the next line. I think "What's Opera, Doc?" is the funniest cartoon ever made! I swear, if I ever see s Baby Blue-sized horned helmet, I am going to send it to you so that you can at least laugh yourself into sleep-deprived hysterics.
Can you put your morning tea into a travel mug that doesn't spill? I'm seriously thinking of trying to invent/market sippy cups for adults. DH spills more beverages than the baby and my new kitten is obsessed with ice tea and has knocked my glass over about a frillion times in the last week.
I'm glad your day is going slightly better..hope BB takes a nice long nap!
Oh dear.
I'm glad she went down for a nap at last.
I'll trade you a very needy student for your needy toddler, if you like. I promise you that the needy student will stay away from your belly button!
Oh dear. Want three teenage girls?
I will trade you MILK and reheated tea for "(SOB SOB SOB) EMA, (SOB) NURSE YOU (SCREAMING HYSTERICS leading to BREATHLESS TANTRUM)" at 5:30 in the fireplacing morning when it is STILL dark and a certain infant is sleeping. Does this count as nightweaned if 3/4 of the house is awake due to MILK issues?
Can we start a support group? Seriously? Help.
My apologies, I must have mistaken Tuesday for Wednesday.
But it's already Wednesday in part of the world; does that count?
I am feeling your pain. Teh weaning, it does not go well here. And Madam doesn't talk yet (at 18 months, I'm getting very nervous, but anyhoo...) so there is no asking for the MILK, just lots of shouting and grabbing and pointing.
And trying to interesting her in a nice teddy bear or other transitional object? Yeah, not so much.
I think Baby E and Baby Blue must be on the same wavelength. Baby E followed me around all morning demanding "ilk!" and crying if I wouldn't pick her up. She desperately needed a nap, and I desperately needed her to take one. Also she's cutting molars.
Thankfully she's sleeping now. I'll see if I can send the sandman your way.
PS, after reading your endorsement, I just called my mom and left a message asking her to buy me that lunchbox. She can buy it at her local
I forgot to say, I neeeeeed it because I'm going to have to bring my lunch to school Tuesdays and Thursdays (my loooong days) because I have no time between classes to go to the food court or the cafeteria.
I'm with you on the exhaustion front today. Although mine isn't long-term, so I'm certainly not comparing the two experiences.
However, it did take me several bewildered minutes to figure out that I wasn't missing the metaphorical intent of
"It ain't his tea that's got to go in the microwave"
at all. I think there should be some word to describe the mental fuzz that causes one to miss literal meanings in favor of mysterious metaphorical ones.
All to say, here's to rested bellybuttons.
That's it, there is some kind of collusion going on here amongst the blogger babies. Seph has her first bad cold and when she sneezes, enough snot comes out that I'm wondering if she's some kind of baby superhero and that's her secret weapon. You know, like Spiderman? It is kind of cute that she keeps grabbing Kleenex and making nose-blowing sounds.
I think you need a vacation. A week in North Dakota? Yes, it might be cold and boring, but I bet you could sleep
bj
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