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1 hour. THAT’S ALL THE SLEEP I GOT LAST NIGHT. 1 hour.

1 measly hour.

1 measly weaselly hour of sleep.

Several times during the night, THIS little sequence of events happened: I finally get him to fall asleep; I put him in his crib; I stand there and watch him to make sure he’s actually DEEP in sleep; and I leave; I tiptoe to my room; I get into bed; I lie down under cozy cozy covers; ahhh, and I drift to — eh eh eh eh WAAAHHHHHH! ugh; back to baby’s room I go; trudge trudge; barf.

Despite my 1 measly hour of sleep, I’ve been doing aiight today. It’sgrandma took the monkey to their music class this morning, then to the park and to lunch. And, I. OH I…. I decided to get all hypochondriac and go to the doctor to make sure I wasn’t dying of some awful illness. Ahh, nothing like a little postpartum anxiety to drive you to the doctor INSTEAD of the grocery store…. What could have been an enjoyable morning of grocery shopping with my little guy turned into a frustrating morning of waiting at the doctor’s office among a bunch of coughers. HORK! Blehhhh! And, of course, since I was there, doc gave me my postpartum thyroid blood test…grrrrreat. Good times.

I arrived home from the doc’s office — and, no, I’m not dying (just fyi) — in time to open the door for li’l miss monkey. And, I decided, since the baby was sleeping (day time equals sleep time, apparently… #$$%@#$!), to spend some good quality time with her. So, we painted with water colours, and we read books. I spent the entire time on the floor, which I haven’t done in MONTHS because of preggers hugeness. And, when she started rubbing her eyes, I suggested she go for her nap. AND, SHE WENT! She did get out of her bed a few times, but I didn’t react. I kept my voice soft and calm and gently insisted that she go have some time to herself. I can’t believe it worked.

So, here I am feeling pretty good about my mothering. And, here I go — TO BED.

But, one last thing.

I bought it…. I bought THE BOOK. Well, it’sgrandma got it for me as a li’l gifty. It’s ALL THE RAGE! LOVE! Check it:

Take it from me, this book is VERY inspiring for parents of picky eaters. I actually made a butternut squash puree yesterday (QUICKLY with frozen squash — I will NOT be roasting squash, Jessica Seinfeld!), and I mixed it into the monkey’s macaroni-and-cheese dinner, and SHE LOVED IT!

HA!!! Look who’s cheaty NOW! MWAHAHA!!! — I got her to eat squash without knowing it! LOVES IT!

Oh, and one more thing? These books by the late Tracy Hogg are saving my life right now. SAVING IT! (Click on the pics for deets!):

It is precisely because of THESE books that my day was — dare I say? — relatively…tame…!? That my two little monkeys were, erm…manageable!? HIGHLY RECOMMEND.

Ahh, the good-ole swaddle…. Hopefully, it works for me TONIGHT! Wish me luck! Here’s to MORE than one hour of sleep tonight!