Reasons. Seasons. Lifetime. 

Change is hard. Change is good. At the end of the day- change is DIFFERENT! 

Everyone has heard the saying that is the title of this post and it is applicable to life in many ways. Clears throat-men, friends, jobs, stylists, co-workers and in the case of my household: daycare. 

My son is 2.9 1/2 and in annoying Mom terms he will be 3 at the end of August LOL. For the last 2.3 years of his short life he has been in one school. A school that saved us from a season of at home day care, a school that has nurtured developed and been a part of his many firsts. A school that has opened its doors and the teachers their hearts for my sweet boy. And now his time is done there. 

I have watched and learned and figured out his method of learning and engagment. I have discovered his method of “trouble” and decisions that lead to him not listening. My husband has been frustrated. I have been frustrated. And the best decision is for him to go somewhere else. I will forever love his school and his teachers have been awesome, but as his mom I know he needs something more. Learn by play isn’t cutting it for my little smarty pants. 

I am filled with apprehension and anxiety, but I am always like that. I am concerned about him making friends, liking the staff, learning and being ok. No one ever tells you about the worry and gray hairs from the first two years of being a mom. Big ol sigh. 

I have faith. I have support and I know that he will LOVE his new school. Plus, I can watch them online whenever I want, which I think is a plus and minus for me. Well them. I mean me. 🙂 

I hope that my reason for choosing this new season for his life will build memories that will last a lifetime. That is all I can ask for, pray for and seek. 

xoxo- Fabmommy


No sippy cups. Nights 2 &3. 

Well, the fact that he “gets it” is the problem now. Big sigh. 

Night two- while it still wasn’t terrible or anything like stories that I have heard, it was still a pain in my behind. He went down with no problems, but that has always been the case. When he didn’t get a cup for his first wake up around 11:30, he was PISSED. He let me know it too. A lot more shrieking, screeching howler monkey behavior and overall having me question why I was making all of us suffer. BUT, it only lasted maybe 3-4 minutes, which is the good part. There was some random talking in his sleep around 3 am, but he didn’t rouse himself and slept until the morning. 

Night three- Lord, last night, I wanted to run away from home. Problem is-his logic has kicked in. So with me saying, “no more milk” he decided to ask for everything under the sun: juice, Gatorade, juice box and even hot coffee (he helps my husband with his every morning). He went down late though at 9:15. I simply lost track of time. He woke up at 11:52 and cried and begged for random beverages until 11:58. Fell asleep. Woke back up at 12:30 acting like a complete fool and having a meltdown about his ceiling fan being on and Woody from Toy Story not having on a blanket. He finally went back down at 1:15. It was madness. He wasn’t crying. He was just up. Plotting. Against. Me. The next encounter wasn’t until 4:08 and it lasted all of four minutes, but it was loud as all hell. 

Overall, I am super amazed by the progress. I am tired though. He used to get a cup and go right back to sleep. Now all the night time shenanigans are foolish. I know he will get better and better as it goes on. I didn’t bend. He did not get a cup!!! I guess I am proud of the both of us. 🙂 



No sippy cups. Night one. 

So, truth is: My son has NEVER slept through the night his entire life. Nope, never. And a huge part and component of that comes from his baby dictator demands of having milk at night. 

I know. I know. I am pretty smart, have read the research, spoken with his pediatrician & dentist, had countless arguments with my husband, hell, I even paid a baby sleep site to develop a sleep plan for him. All which have been epic failures. I had to do what I had to do for me and my household to function. He has slept with me since day one and I just never felt the timing was right. And timing is everything with anything when it comes to children. If you have kids you know what I am talking about; if you don’t, you will see. 

In December, I created a bottle fairy and slowly but surely got rid of bottles. He was 28 months old and I swore this child would be going to kindergarten with bottles. We celebrated that small, yet meaningful victory, but bottles were simply replaced with cups. At the beginning of this month I took him out of my bed and we began sleeping in his room (which he never does and has a full sized bed). That has been successful with him not wanting to even nap in my bed on the weekend. So another high five for me from me 🙂

Last night I told him as I have been saying lately, “no more cups tonight” but something in me meant it last night. A. He is about to be 3 in exactly 2 months. B. We have travel plans soon. C. He is starting a new school in a few wks and needs to be happy and jolly. D. My husband was going to be off 3 days and I wasn’t sending the kid to school Monday. Everything aligned. I knew he would be exhausted no matter how good or bad it went so he needs to not be in school while this is starting in my opinion. 

It wasn’t bad. I would say maybe a 4/10. Yippppppeee. Throws alllll the confetti. He went down at 8:45. Woke up at 11:40. I said no cups. He cried. Expected. He yelled for his dad. Expected. His dad came in the room. Not expected. We switched for an hour, but once I heard random conversations I went back in. Of course his dad engaged him because he usually doesn’t deal with him at night. So I gave him the peace sign and prepared myself for the worst. He stayed up until 2:15. He would cry here and there, maybe a minute, but he has never been big on crying like that so he spent most of the time pouting and scratching his nails on the wall. Annoying. He woke up at 3:23- I gave him a cup because at that point it had been 7 hours since he had one and I wanted him to get some type of rest and as of right now at 7:44 -he is still asleep. 

Sure there were tears (few), a LOT more squirming than I thought and some frustration on my part, but we did it. And this is a kid who was getting 4 cups a night. (don’t judge me your kid probably will have a pacifier til 5!) 

I know my post is long, probably because of a mix of adrenaline and delirium. Cheers to tonight. Pray for me. And also hope that any ambulance or jerkface who blows their car horn at 3 am is not on the scene. 

A Sleepy Fabmommy


Hey Friends, 

Long time no read, right! 

Well, life has been busy (aren’t we all). Potty training, looking for a new daycare, bday plans, travel plans, home renovations, finishing up work, MIL visits and all that regular old life stuff has been happening. I am tired just typing it. 

In the midst of it all is a whole bunch of CLUTTER. I pride myself on being organized-totally- and 99% of the time I am. Right now I am still extremely organized, but the clutter has my mind and house bursting at the seams. I need to get rid of baby stuff, I need to reorganize, I need to go through my Mom’s paperwork–still. Sad face, I know. 

I am a tiny bit of a nostalgic hoarder -total disclosure- and have a tendency to hold on to so many things that have some type of meaning. I keep receipts from important dates, newsletters that feature the baby, ticket stubs, everything. As a scrapbooker I need those things. As a busy mom thos “things” are driving me nuts. I also have tons of projects in my head and buy the items I need for the projects and haven’t had time to get to them yet. 

I have been reading a lot about the Konmari Method and even though I know I won’t do it full throttle, I may implement tiny bits of it in my home and here is a tip explaining how you can too. With Konmari, you can not go through someone else’s things so sorry you have to keep your husband’s crap. BUT, you can go through household things. The premise is to gather everything of likeness and put it in one spot so you can see how much of it you have and dispose properly (trash, donations, friends, etc.) 

For instance, pens- go through your home, gather all of your pens, put them on the dining room table and PURGE!!! I am sure you have 82625483 pens. Just watch and see. 

Happy Cleaning. 

As I work my way through this, I will keep up with blog posts to show results.