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Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sleep. Show all posts

Monday, January 31, 2011

Sometimes You Need a Break

Grammy Bonnie and Grandson Robert Power Napping


Sometimes you just need a break. Whether a rest, a quiet time, or a nap, we all need to get our z-z-z-z's to function properly. Power napping can be a powerful tool.

 This was the night I had finished my holiday shopping with my daughter and everyone, including her son, was pretty pooped.

We stopped to get something to eat at Friendly's to celebrate and this is how Robert decided to do it. I decided it was a good idea and we got to share a little bonding time as well. The power of the human touch can work wonders, even miracles. Talking to your child in a soothing voice helps to calm emotions. Physical closeness and voice from the parent creates a sensory  'parent blanket' of touch and sound.

 When your child shows signs that he is ready to re-charge his batteries, plug in and see what he or she is trying to tell you. Then, stop what you're doing and join him. Remember, babies communicate by whining, crying, and body language, such as yawning and rubbing their eyes to let us know they are tired.  A tantrum can indicate a child is overtired and frustrated. Much of a baby's frustration comes from a communication language gap between parent and child.
Learning to tune in to your child's body language can be an effective tool for Mom and Baby. Sometimes all it takes is a little cat nap or a change of scenery to help everyone's energy level improve. That may be accomplished by walking, rocking, or cuddling together as you talk in low encouraging tones.

Being aware of a child's universal signs can be beneficial to mother and child. You  are also showing your baby that you are listening and you care about what she is trying to get across to you. Taking action right away strongly communicates a positive message to your child that you love him and care about what he or she is trying to tell you. Sometimes this involves a bit of trouble shooting, but keep trying and stay positive. Children at this age are egocentric, they are not out to give you a hard time, they are naturally focused on themsleves and that's the nature of a toddler. hang in there, communication gets better.
Some of the standard baby trouble possibilities to check... Hunger, diaper change needed, tired, bored, frustrated, sick.

Sleep, food, play, love...what else is there?

 Listen to your child and learn to communicate effectively while building a close bond with each other.

Good luck! Good Parenting!!

Bon :)

Son-in-law, Doug and Robert

Son-in-law, Doug and  Robert
Reading, Writing, Arithmetic

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin

Daughter-in-law, Mich,Steve,& Collin
Family Hike

Mom and Daughter Nat

Mom and Daughter Nat
Mom and Future Mom

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly

Jillian and Sean w/ Molly
Group Hug

Excerpt from Growing Up Crazy by Bonnie J.Toomey

Freeze Pops



Winter 1972







There’s ice on my bedroom window in little cornered crescents. It’s still dark out, but it is time to get up for school anyway which I happen to like a lot.



I wriggle out of my pajamas and pull on a hand me down sweater and jeans from my aunt who works as a nurse in Boston. She was always giving us bags of clothes which I would pull apart and alter to fit my style and size. This gave my wardrobe an eccentric and eclectic look all its own which I thought was quite individual and even artsy.



I hated to leave the warmth under the pile of blankets and old coats I had layered on for extra insulation at night. It could get pretty cold upstairs this time of year, and the transition from clothes to no clothes to clothes again was a little unpleasant in the wintertime. There’s never been heat up here, Dad didn’t put it in, but instead cut a hole in the floor the size of a wood stove chimney pipe to let whatever heat rise up from our wood stove down in the kitchen.



“Heat rises,” was how Dad explained it to us. I kept thinking, well maybe it does, but I sure can’t feel it up here.



It is colder than usual this morning. My fingers don’t work as quickly as I want them to. I head downstairs where mom and dad are hunkered under some blankets on the couch which they must have dragged in front of the fireplace during the night. They’re still sleeping. Dad’s head at one end of the couch and mom curled up at the other end.



I grab my bag and step outside into the ice cold morning and my nostrils form tiny icy needles on the first breath in sticking together like metallic glue. Luckily, the bus arrives in less than a minute but long enough to finish turning my toes in my sneakers into ten freeze pops.



I slide in next to Claire careful not to break off any digits.



“Vaugn, you look really cold,” she says, very concerned. The newscaster on the bus radio says that it’s five degrees this morning over central New England, and that it warmed up from the overnight low of zero.



I explain that I think our furnace broke again and she offers me her mittens with the fancy rabbit fur cuffs.



“Thanks, Claire,” I say, and between her offering and the noisy over head heater blowing puffs of warmth into the air, I thought I had died and gone to heaven.



Excerpt from Leaf Landing by Bonnie J. Toomey

French Lesson







French is not the easiest class to miss.



I missed almost two weeks straight



after Mom died



and a lot of other days before that



and now I am really behind.



Mom wanted me to take French



because she thought it would help



in ballet class.



Dad lost a couple of bids.



He says people are losing



their jobs,



the economy is bad



The TV keeps warning



unemployment is up,



gas prices are up



and people are fed up.



I don’t know why Dad



has to watch



it only makes him



yell at the TV



Dad says we need to conserve more than we have been



now the house feels cooler.



When I complain,



Dad says



to go outside and come back in ,



then I’ll feel warmer.



Harriet and I spend our time bundled in



an extra layer of clothes



or dragging an afghan around



like giant moths in cocoons.



We are out of butter again.



Dad says



to try using peanut butter.



Well, isn’t the word,



butter,



in it?



Harriett won’t eat her toast



and it just sits on the plate



getting cold



like the floors



in this house



and suddenly the one phrase



in French,



“It is cold.” comes back to me:



“Il fait froid,



la maison est fait froide."