I think my dislike of anything jelly-sticky-like is two fold -- the above mentioned brainwashing by my mother and the fact that I have a dentist phobia so I've convinced myself that the pure sugar stuff sticking to my teeth will lead me to more time in the chair having cavities filled.

For Easter growing up my mother hid the little chocolate easter eggs for us to find, and for the hunt we were handicapped by age until my middle sister became quite vicious and then had to wait until both I and my oldest sister had had a chance at the eggs before she was allowed down the stairs.

I'm glad she keeps trying, Ginger. May she get to a place where she can do enough of her things to feel like her, while realizing she has to allow herself to make some adjustments.

I didn't lick the box. I licked my fingers and then pinched some sugar from the bottom of the box.

Dainty.

Would mass destruction or other life threatening situations result if you didn't sit with him?

Probably not. But we were in the midst of getting him back on a bedtime schedule and DH's idea was to sit quietly in his room for about 10-15 minutes until he started falling asleep. This was working up until 3 days ago (of course we went away for the weekend so that's probably screwed us up.) Now it's kicking, screaming, crying fits that wake up his sister if we leave him by himself. I swear, sometimes I think we should sound-proof their rooms and pad the walls and toss them in there at bed time.

May she get to a place where she can do enough of her things to feel like her, while realizing she has to allow herself to make some adjustments.

Yes. This.

Now it's kicking, screaming, crying fits that wake up his sister if we leave him by himself.

In the middle of the night, that's close enough to mass destruction for me.

In the middle of the night, that's close enough to mass destruction for me.

DH told me before he left for work that he broke down and brought Owen downstairs around 6 a.m. He cried for a few minutes but when he calmed down he sniffed, "I'm ready to go to bed." Gah. We'll get through it, I'm sure. But these night time disruptions make for very long, tiring days.

Speaking of, Ima go wake up Prince Charming right now so he doesn't sleep the morning away.

Cashmere - M&Ms for breakfast sounds like the future I'm rushing towards. Share, please!

I'm with you about the sleep deprivation training-by-force too. Sox-baby (Iris) has not slept past 6 am (and usually not past 5) since she was born. She usually sleeps through the night now, with maybe a call for 'juuuuuiiiiccee!' somewhere in there. But we are NOT morning people. Our dog (13 years old in 3 weeks) has never gotten out of bed until 10. This is brutal. Jet-lag 24-7. We did our own (faulty) version of sleep training, but leaving her to work it out herself got a lot harder once she moved into a toddler bed. Now the party is mobile. And often, brutally cheerful. I suspect DH's main reason for taking an interview in another state tomorrow is so that he can get a hotel room, pull the shades, and sleep.

Sox, I was going to say. Once Iris knows us, the DH and I can switch our apartment for your house for a weekend if you'd like.

And I just saw sarameg in Natter, and tried to point her in this direction so she can say where she is in B'more.

Sparky, you are a humanitarian and a saint.

Sox, I'm naturally a night owl and could stay up to 2:00 and be perfectly happy. Over time, I had to realize that was my old life and I just couldn't do it with kids in the house. Once I started going to sleep earlier, it was much easier to deal with a morning baby. It was hard to get used to at first, but now I pass out wherever I am, if I don't get myself to bed.

DH told me before he left for work that he broke down and brought Owen downstairs around 6 a.m. He cried for a few minutes but when he calmed down he sniffed, "I'm ready to go to bed." Gah. We'll get through it, I'm sure. But these night time disruptions make for very long, tiring days.

Speaking of, Ima go wake up Prince Charming right now so he doesn't sleep the morning away.

Ooof. Good luck. I hope he's not too cranky for you, today.

Sparky, you are a humanitarian and a saint.

I like other people's children! And it would give me a chance to rummage around in Sox's closet and try on all her stuff.

but now I pass out wherever I am, if I don't get myself to bed.

ha - I'm with you. Good luck Cashmere!

Sparky, you are a saint. That would be too cool.

for sarameg - and meara, sparky, Vortex, et al - if there's a chance I could talk a pal into a buffy night in the lounge/movie viewing area of his restaurant, is there interest? He's more the Donnie Darko type, but he might be swayed.