As many of you may have heard, we’re moving to Michigan right after my birthday.  This is happening for a number of reasons, and we’re really excited about getting to Michigan.  The biggest problem is that I HATE MOVING.  With a fiery passion.

Oh well, we’re in the process of packing up the apartment and getting it all taken care of.  Because the few weeks between now and then are going to fly by.

Have I mentioned I hate packing?


So if anyone is willing to pack our apartment for us – I’ll pay you in baked goods.



So apparently my celebration yesterday was premature.  Dru was up 3 times last night.  Once at 2, once at 4, and once at 5:30.  He then woke up at 8 for the day.

Needless to say it was a rough day.


So if anyone has any suggestions, please feel free to pass them my way…if I don’t answer immediately, I may be asleep.


So after talking with my mom about her solution to my little sister’s night terrors – having a sleeping bag in their room for her that made it so she didn’t crawl into bed every night – Kris and I decided to try something similar.  Two nights ago, we brought Dru’s little Cars couch upstairs at bedtime and have him help us put it in our room, telling him that if he got scared in the middle of the night, he could come and sleep on it.  Well, he decided that wasn’t going to be the plan.  Dru instead demanded we place it on his bed.  Figuring it couldn’t hurt, we did.  Well, he woke up around 11 pm for about 30 sec, then went straight back to bed and slept through the night.

Last night, we put him down, and he didn’t wake up until this morning at 7:15.  Despite the fact that apparently we had a wicked storm including hail last night.

So what I’d like to say is: THANK YOU to the makers of that little couchbed thingy.  Even if it’s not a permanent solution – I’ve gotten two straight nights of full sleep.  So I call it a win!

You can’t see the couch very well here, but it’s the bright red thing he’s sitting on


I don’t know how many of you out there have experienced night terrors, either as someone who’s had them, or as a parent.  I’ve been on both ends – and they suck for everyone involved.  For those of you who don’t know – night terrors are nightmares where you can’t shake the fear even after waking up.  I had them for years as a kid, and sporadically as an adult.

Well, it seems that Dru has them as well.  He’s been having issues sleeping since late May/early June.  In contrast to his former sleep patterns of 10-12 hours straight at night with the occasional nap, he started only sleeping 7 hours at night and skipping naps altogether.  He was exhausted, I was exhausted, but he was terrified of sleeping.  After a couple of weeks, we finally managed to find a routine that made bedtime not a war.  At first it took him almost an hour to fall asleep, even with the new routine (we’d read his story, say his magic anti-monster words, then Kris or I – usually me – would sit in the chair in his room reading by a booklight so he could see that we were there).  Then he was still waking up 1 or 2 times a night.  The night after HamJam he actually slept all the way through the night, and the same with the night after.  Kris and I were doing little happy dances over that.  Then they started again.  And they seem to have gotten bad again.

We’ve scoured the programs he watches, the games he plays and the stories he reads.  He doesn’t seem to be afraid of any of them, so we’re really struggling to determine what it is that’s causing the terrors.  And of course, he’s so scared that he can’t express the problem.

Last night, he was apparently quiet about the whole process though, because I woke up at 6am and almost did a happy dance, because he hadn’t woken us up.  The first thought that went through my head was “WOOT!  No terrors!”  But alas, he had just ninja’d himself into our bed at some time during the night and fallen back asleep in between us on the bed.

I feel so bad for him, I just wish I knew how to fix it.  Because how can you not want to fix everything for this face?

Look at that face!


HamJam 2012 has now come and gone. It was the 10th one, and also happened to coincide with a number of milestones. There were people hitting different decade marks for both birthdays and anniversarys, so on top of the usual celebrations, we got to fete them all.

Despite the fact that it was about 1 million degrees outside, we had a good turnout.  There was a water fight, food, and music.  Dru actually got to run around playing this year, and he was loving it.  It was a nice ending to our almost 2 week trip.

Playing in the water table during HamJam










It was also the first time Dru fully slept through the night in about a month.

And of course, the night before, my parents provided for LobsterFest2012.  We initiated a couple of new people into the club this year, and I really do like watching people try and learn to crack open a lobster!  There was much carnage – though Dru still refused to try any.

The carnage










We also got Dru his first ice cream cone – which was actually mine, just HUGE.  I ordered myself a medium, expecting something much smaller than what I received.  Raspberry ice cream with sprinkles (the closest I could get to my favorite combo).  Since it was ginormous, Dru got to share with Mommy.  He LOVED it.

Dru helping with my ice cream cone.










And to round out his week of firsts, Dru saw his first fireworks show.  We took him to the local display on the 3rd, and he was immediately entranced.  To the extent that both Kris and I have downloaded fireworks applications on our phones for him to enjoy.  His face when the first burst went off was classic.











It was a good vacation.  If only it had decided to be a bit cooler, and Dru had been sleeping reliably, it would have been perfect.


We’ve had a busy month or so.  Kris was best man in a wedding the last weekend in June up by his parents.  We drove up a few days before and settled in for almost two weeks.  Not only was Kris best man, but Dru was the ring bearer.  This meant that we bought his little behind a tux and vest to match Daddy and got him all snazzed up.  The bride and groom are super sweet people, and got him a basket of goodies for being ring bearer (including a Brown Bear from Eric Carle’s Brown Bear, Brown Bearbook).  My only complaint about the process of finding Dru a tux was that no one apparently sells plain back socks for little boys.  Instead, we ended up getting him *mostly* black socks – that happened to have a skull & crossbones on them – oh well.  But he was wicked cute in his tux, and (surprisingly) made it completely down the aisle.

You try convincing a 2.5 year old that all this is necessary clothing in 100 degree temps.

Dru in his tux

Dru with his tux, flower, and Brown Bear.

The biggest issue with the wedding was that it was about a million degrees outside.  But, the tried and true parenting technique of bribery prevailed here.  We found a candy bowl, and right before I sent Dru down the aisle, I told him that if he brought Daddy the pillow, he would get a piece of candy.  I then tried to tell him to walk.  Well, he made it about halfway down the aisle before busting into a run.  But at least he didn’t turn around screaming like he did at the rehearsal.

All in all, the wedding was beautiful, and it was great being there for their wedding.  On top of it, both Kris’ and my parents were there, so Dru got to spend time with both sets of grandparents and both aunts.