Stream of thought

For lack of a better theme to tie all of this together, I'm just going to list everything that's on my mind right now:

Last night we took the kids out to the new middle school track in an attempt to join our local road runners club for a track workout. This is something I did a few times before I got pregnant with Siena and I had really looked forward to getting back out there to improve my speed a little before some upcoming races. The kids did great... Siena slept the whole time and Chase played with his big dump truck in the dirt and yelled to all of the runners, "GO FAST!" However, the night was a complete bust for me. My back was just not cooperating! I've had a few recurring lower back issues over the past 2 years and yesterday it got really bad again. I couldn't even make it around the track once at a faster pace. :( Good thing we have some good friends who are chiropractors! Hoping to get it taken care of soon because poor Eric has to deal with a grumpy wife as long as I'm unable to run! I'm so proud of Chase though: he was able to run 1/4 mile without stopping and probably would have kept going if I had let him.

I wonder if my back issues have to do with not getting enough sleep. Eric and I feel extremely sleep-deprived lately! It's not really JUST Siena or JUST Chase, it's the combination of the two of them keeping us up all night! Siena is still waking up at least once a night, which is not a problem for me (I actually enjoy that quiet time I get to nurse her!), but as soon as I lay back down, Chase is up. All night long (at least 6 times last night!), he's getting out of his bed and going to his door to cry and call for us! We take turns going in there to comfort him, but truthfully anytime he wakes up, both of us are up so it doesn't make much difference who actually gets out of bed. I'm not sure if he's scared or what. He doesn't talk about it, and he doesn't resist getting back in bed, he just wants one of us to come in there and rub his back. I mean, the clock helps... at least he doesn't think it's time to actually wake up! He knows it's night time. I've tried everything I can think of : I've made sure he has toys and books to play with if he wants, I've tried the guilt-trip ("you're waking everyone up and we're soooo sleepy!"), and I've tried bribes ("I'll give you a piece of candy in the morning if you stay in your bed all night!"), but nothing works. Any ideas?! Why is sleep such an issue for him? By the way, naps are no problem. He goes right to sleep and stays that way for 2 hours. Hmmm...

After a wakeful night, Chase started out the day HUNGRY! This is what he ate for breakfast:
-his usual bowl of cereal with milk (Cheerios with Kashi Blueberry Clusters mixed in)
-orange juice & vitamins (multi's, omega-3's, and vit. D's)
-blueberry waffle with blueberry syrup
-honeydew
-craisins and raisins

Here's what Siena ate for breakfast: milk, milk, milk! She's now officially old enough to start eating baby food, but I think I'm going to hold off until she's at least 6 months old. Chase started at 5 months and never really took to baby food... it was such a struggle. So my theory is that maybe I started him too early, he wasn't ready for it and neither is Siena. I know that most of the time I just make up these little theories and they're probably 90% wrong, but still, I try.

Siena gets such a kick out of watching her brother! I love watching her face light up when he's around. She's not really "laughing" yet, but she squeals when he does something that she thinks is hilarious!

Here's what I think is hilarious: yesterday as I was exiting the bathroom Chase asked me, "Mommy, you go potty all by yourself and wipe by yourself?" And I said, "Yes, Chase" and he said, "Good girl, Mommy!"

All day long Chase asks, "What time it is?" and then "What's that mean?" He currently thinks that every time of the day is associated with an activity. This works out GREAT for us, most of the time. He knows that if it's 1 o'clock that means "uh-oh, it's time for nap!" and 7:30pm means "time for bath!" However, this becomes a problem when we want to do something off schedule, like take a nap a little earlier or later because of some other scheduled event. And I often find myself having to explain what "10:36am" means, when in actuality it doesn't really mean anything at all. I just say, "time to play!" or "time to be silly!"

Last night before Siena went to bed, I told her, as I often do, "No more growing up!" From the looks of her this morning, I don't think she listened. :( Why is it going by so fast??