No Mas Ninos

New Blog Address

Administrator — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 19:16:08 +0000

If your looking for me, I’m over here now.

http://nomasninos.blogspot.com/

The zombie needs sleep!

Administrator — Wed, 18 Jul 2007 04:55:10 +0000

I dread nights these days. I know that soon after I put my ten-month-old "Bee" to bed, he will wake up within the hour screaming. This can continue for the rest of the night with him screaming every 1 -3 hours. He prefers every two, though. What exactly he wants I’m not sure. Having him sleep in our bed doesn’t work, his crib doesn’t work, brother’s bed doesn’t work. We checked for ear infections, and no quick remedy this time.

This has been going on for months. He was a better sleeper at 2 and 3 months than he is now, and this was during the time he was dealing with his reflux. Maybe we have just failed to teach him to self-sooth, but how can this be accomplished without waking up brother, especially since it took us 3 years to get him to sleep without waking up more than once.

The lack of restful sleep of course, leaves me feeling exhausted. I go through my day in a daze - a zombie. It’s hard to do anything in this state. As a mom, I have to be on all the time, but I just can’t seem to do it these days, and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with not getting any quality sleep. Sometimes my body gives up sleeping in the middle of the night and just stays awake waiting for the next cry - 3 am, 4 am, 5am, 6am, and no sleep, but many cries. My own child is tormenting me.

Bee, why won’t you sleep? Mommy needs sleep.

Is it possible?

Administrator — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 19:17:56 +0000

Is it possible that my 3 year old has the capacity for rational thought, the ability to understand cause and effect? His previous what-were-you-thinking behavior can make me think otherwise. No, A&D is not for finger painting on mirrors and sinks, and no, it’s not okay to put that plastic bag over your baby brother’s head.

A few days ago, we were walking to the park when a Fed Ex truck rode by with a man who was suppose to be driving it, but was not. He was intently looking down and savoring his slurpie as he stirred it during that hot and muggy day. He felt it was more important to pay attention to his slurpie than the fact that he was driving by a school, a park, and pool during this very sticky and busy day.

My 3 year old who was riding in the stroller at the time, yelled out to me completely astonished, "Look mommy! The truck is dribing by is self !"

"Why do you say that I asked?" prodding for info.

"The man is not paying attention. He just moving the straw back and forth, back and forth."

"What do you think might happen?" I asked again searching for the signs of intelligent life.

"He’s gonna crash! (proceed to fill with your favorite crashing noises)" Nothing like a good crash I guess.

Luckily, no one was hurt. We’ll at least as far as I could see.

Lost in a sea of nothingness

Administrator — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 07:05:41 +0000

Well, you ask why I haven’t written in a while? I had nothing to say. I just plain old lost my inspiration (or my mind). It’s all the same really. You see, even now, I am saying nothing.

Parenting can sometimes suck all that is you, and if you had little to give, then it doesn’t take much for it all to be gone. I need to get back to sewing, so that when someone asks me what I like to do, I can say I like to sew. I don’t think surfing the net is considered a productive past time.

Mama said No.

Administrator — Sat, 09 Jun 2007 21:04:48 +0000

My mom once said that it is best never to write things down on paper that you might not want someone to find one day. I learned that lesson when I was twelve, when my mom found a note that wasn’t quite appropriate for a twelve year old girl who was sending it to a boy. Definitely not something you ever want your overprotective, Mexican mother to discover, and it was definitely not something you wanted translated by someone who new little English, and even less about growing up in American culture.

But, nonetheless, here I am writing a note. Not only a note that can be seen by people I might not necessarily want reading, but an electronic note that can be sent almost anywhere in a matter of seconds, and read by people who know nothing about me. My only hope is that people who know little about my language and culture won’t try to translate it, but who knows, maybe it will be funny to them.