i need a space ship STAT!

run down of day one.

for months we have been planning on sending the pacifiers to the moon via balloons. this was anderson's idea. he LOVES balloons and LOVES letting them go. we convinced him the pacifiers could take a trip to the moon.

so around 430 we went to price chopper to buy said balloons. he was excited. it didn't hurt that his mother and his sisters know how to up play a really uneventful moment. there was dancing and singing in the price chopper floral area.  he was telling everyone about the pacifiers impending adventure.

at approx. 535 the maiden voyage of the pacifiers to the moon initiated. we waited til mark got home, but i didn't want to wait much longer because i wanted to distract him with dinner and the bed time routine. as soon as we stepped outside to let the balloons go anderson began to recant on the whole deal. we kept moving forward. he kept crying, " i am not ready to send them to the moon, not yet mama, not yet! please mama, no!" really you could hear my heart breaking. we proceeded. we let the balloons go and the sobs continued, " i want them to come back, please go get them!!" after coming inside he continued to barter with us, "please find me one, please borrow one, please go buy me one!" more breakage.

after a few minutes he did stop crying. he is not used to getting it through out the day, so that is the one thing we have going for us. he got it at naps and bed time.

we were bracing ourselves for bed time.  we had planned on doing something we had only done a handful of times during our parenthood... we were going to soothe him to sleep. because we are firm believers in the self soothe method, our kids have put themselves to sleep from infancy. i remember katie got bronchitis at 9 months and she slept with us one night while i rubbed her back. surprisingly, anderson didn't cry at bed time. but he did take 2 hours of rubbing his back until he finally fell asleep, (this will be a short lived routine, count on it!)

i also had planned on being awakened in the middle of the night. i was. around 130 he woke up and didn't stop wailing for a half an hour. he wouldn't stop fighting me. we sang, we danced, i rubbed his back, etc..etc.. finally, i did what every good parent does... i looked for a space ship to fly to the moon and find the darn pacifiers.... no really, i turned the tv on at 130 in the morning to distract him. we watched little bear for 5 minutes, he immediately settled, i turned the tv off, he put his thumb in his mouth, and we slept on the couch together til 7! it's that whole pick your poison, remember?

it wasn't bad. it wasn't great.

today i am tweaking the plan a little. we are going to skip naps in hopes that he will be so exhausted at bed time he will just fall into his bed at 7. this plan could also back fire on me. we will see :)

we are holding steady! we are drinking coffee! we are going to prevail!