Monday was our 7th Anniversary. We decided to just hang out at home, rather than try to get a sitter and such. I got a great deal on a pork tenderloin roast and made a nice dinner. Ken brought home some sparkling juice and roses for me. I had a Wii game for him and dinner prepared. We went out and rented a redbox movie, and enjoyed the movie of Gran Torino.
Not much else to speak of for the rest of the week. Wednesday, Finnegan got his first bloody lip at Gymboree gym class. But he is ok now.
Today, we ventured to Costco and then to the mall. We made our first return to Gymboree (the store) since he ran off. We had an uneventful trip for the most part.
Overall, we're still struggling with Finnegan staying in his bed when it's time to take a nap or go to sleep. Today's nap was back up to about an hour of him in and out of his bed. And finally he just fell asleep on the floor in front of the door. And although many suggest that we should just let him stay in his room and play quietly, and fall sleep when he's ready, I still have to contend that I am the one who has to deal with a cranky kid when he doesn't get a nap, or enough of a nap. And am reminded that he isn't even 2 years old and he has no idea what he needs. He needs a nap, in his bed, when I say. Tonight for bed, Ken only had to enter his room once and give a spanking, and that was the last "peep" we heard of him. We feel like we're making advances in him understanding, and then we take a step back. It has only been about 9 days since we started the toddler bed, and we only have problems with him before he goes to sleep. He doesn't get out of bed during the night and he is waking up later in the morning (although we've had our share of 6:30am mornings).
We have 6 weeks before the baby arrives. Ken worked hard to get the nursery up this last weekend. The furniture is built and I only have a few other things to do before it is completely done. My baby shower is on Saturday, the 22nd, at my friends house here in town. I'm pretty excited. I find out our c-section date this next week at my doctor's appt. I think we've decided on a name. And yet again... it is one that Ken found and picked. I'd always thought that I'd fall in love with my child's name, and it just seems that the names I fall in love with, either don't fit with our last name, or with Finnegan's name, or Ken just doesn't like it. My only hang up now is finding a nickname for the baby once she's born. For Finnegan, we call him Finn. We also call him "Dib", short for "dibbity"... a name that Ken has always called him. For the new baby, there is a nickname that is natural for the name, but I'm not a fan of it. Ken and I have been trying to come up with other variations for the nickname that I'm more comfortable with, but I'm just not finding anything right now. I'm sure it will come... I still cling to the idea that naming a kid is one of the hardest decisions to make in life.