Make it work...

So, despite the fun of daylight savings, we are making it work. We felt the joy and exuberance of sleeping in til 7 this morning. (Unheard of in our house.) And for whatever reason, Moose was wired! So we had an early nap, and they were both prime for bed at their usual 7 o'clock bedtime. It's 7:35 and the house is silent. Woohoo! We shall prevail. As for tomorrow morning, who knows what'll happen, but I'm glad we will continue to have our evenings to ourselves and keep our early bedtime as well.

Now that Monkey's almost 1, she's basically eating table food. Which is good since she decided she no longer likes to eat anything that's not chunky or can be handled without utensils. I'm okay with this, but it's quite the experiment and transition. So far, her regular repertoire includes dry cereal (which she's tiring of as well) cheese squares, bananas, canned fruit, toast, and she likes three cheese macaroni, and our homemade alfredo. We'll happily give her what we're eating, which the other night was split pea soup, last night it was stroganoff. But so far she's not too into it. So she's not eating as much (I don't think so. I could be wrong, since it's harder to judge pureed food volume to regular food.) as she was before. But I know she's getting what she needs, cuz the kid aint starvin', you know? If she's hungry, we'll gladly feed her. She's just so much pickier than Moose was.

Moose ate everything. Seriously. If it was edible. (Monkey, on the other hand, tries to eat everything, non-edibles included.) He was totally not picky. Monkey on the other hand, uhh. She's so picky and opinionated. We're handling it well. (Well, I'm handling it better than I have in the past. I've had issues with kids who won't eat. Drives me nuts.) I know we'll find a balance with her and she'll get used to what we eat. It's just one of those things that takes time.

One of those moments: We've learned that we now have to keep the bathroom doors closed at all times. We used to do that because Monkey would get at everything in there. Unroll toilet paper, the whole deal. Then for a while (after we moved trash cans on top of the toilet tank and no longer keep the toilet paper on the actual holder.) she could go in there without doing any damage. However, now the little monster has decided that toilets are little splash pools. Oh yes. We have caught her with her hand in the toilet 3 times now. Ew. So now we know. Shut the door.