Thursday, September 30, 2004

Eric has developed this weird sleep radar. He sleeps through the night on nights where I don't have to be into work early to do something that causes network downtime at my job. The past couple weeks I've been working out a particularly confusing network problem that I have to bring the network down to test. And I have to get in here by 8:00 AM, which means getting up around six thirty. Almost every night before one of these early days, he's had trouble sleeping. Sometimes, it involves me or Rich going in there and patting his back. Sometimes it involves hours of desperate wailing (both mine and The Boy's) as we both want sleep so desperately. But I'm thankful that once I go in there, I never lose my compassion. I think we have some new teeth coming in. And that's part of the problem. But as Kristi Hayes once said "I think they're receiving signals from their home planet." Those signals govern basic baby functions like eating and sleeping. If you think about it. It's really the only logical explanation.

Fortunately, my network problem is solved for now. I thank the capricious Gods of network administration for that one. We'll see if the problem persists.

I miss the co-sleeping a lot. We gave that up when Eric started breakdancing in our bed, a trait I am almost certain he inherited from me. When I have trouble falling asleep I try every possible position, while trying to be respectful of the person next to me. Eric has no such inhibitions about disturbing the other people sharing the bed. He throws himself on me, arms akimbo, then he tries to sleep on my pillow, then he does the same thing to Rich. If I weren't so sleep-deprived it would be much cuter. We used to bring him into our bed to sneak a few extra minutes of sleep when he wakes up at six. But I'm trying to stop the nursing, so we haven't been doing the morning nursing snuggles lately. I think I can continue our morning snuggles once we've established the weaning a little better. But for now it's very much a work in progress. I'd like to cut down to just have the feedings right before bedtime. I'd like to keep lactating as my ace-in-the-hole to solve serious toddler anguish. But for the most part I think we're ready to stop.

In other news. I think my anxiety levels are more due to the upcoming election than to this whole Syracuse thing. If Bush gets reelected, I will lose my faith in democracy. I just wish the democrats could come up with somebody people could get excited about. And MY GOD the Bush strategists are brilliant. We are not safer under Bush than we would be under Kerry or anybody else. Nine-Eleven happened under Bush's watch because he was focusing for our cold war enemies. Terrorism wasn't a priority for them because they didn't want to do what Clinton did. Somehow, even though Kerry did everything "right" in his life, voluntary combat service in Vietnam and he didn't spend his 20's and 30's in an alcoholic haze, Bush comes out smelling like Roses. And Kerry is defending his basically solid record. I wish these fanatics did as good of a job fighting this war in Iraq and arming our soldiers properly as they are running this campaign. I want to watch the debates, and I probably will. But there's so much riding on them. This must be how men feel when their team makes it to the superbowl. Perhaps I'll use my superbowl strategy of leaving the room and Kerry will "score." Because every time I went to get somebody a snack or a drink at my Superbowl party the Pats would score. Perhaps I do have some power after all.


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