Please. Just. Stop.

Right now, a certain 2-year-old is not sleepy. She does not care that it's midnight, and she wants out of her room. (That is currently prevented by a baby gate, for her own safety.) For the past couple of hours since I put her to bed, she has done a mix of lying down and wiggling (she puts herself to sleep with what we affectionately refer to as her "booty dance"), playing with her toys, singing to herself, and asking her sister if she's ok (she is — in fact, she's asleep).

But Maya knows that I am still up, and the night has turned into a battle of wills. Her strategy is to call for me in various irritating and whiny tones, over and over, louder and louder. Of course, anytime I bite and tell her it's time to go to sleep, she only gets louder. I could give in and go get her and let her watch Bubble Guppies while she does the booty dance in here with me, but I don't want to reward her strategy with the outcome she's seeking. The behaviors we acknowledge will continue, and the behaviors we ignore will go away, right?

RIGHT?

Ok, moms and dads, help me out here. What do you do when your kid doesn't want to sleep and implements the car-alarm approach so you can't sleep either? Do I ignore it? Do I shut her door to let her know it's not working? Do I go in and read a book or sing a song, but make her stay in the room? Do I let her come out for a little while, till she's more tired?

What works?

Happy pterodactyl baby

Here's a little happy good morning time from the world's happiest baby!

Again! Again!

Ah, repetition.

It is the joy of a toddler's existence, and the test of a parent's patience.

I can tell that Maya takes a lot of pride in her ability to communicate effectively (most of the time) with words. She's pretty patient with us, even when she has to repeat "hambuss" over and over, while her dad and I slowly come to the understanding that she wants to play in her sandbox.

When she does get her point across, she often says "Yay!" and claps her hands, as if to say "Good job, you dumb parents! You figured it out."

Maya always wants confirmation when she identifies things, and she won't stop until she gets it. She'll bring her Weeble over and hold it up, declaring "Itsa egg. Itsa egg. Itsa eggitsaeggistaeggITSAEGG!" until one of us says "Yes! It's an egg." Then she smiles and tells us something else about the egg: that it's blue, for example. This, she can confirm for herself, for some reason: "It's bwue. Wight, it's bwue."

Since we've always quizzed her about the things she sees, asking about their color, their shape, the sound they make, now she's started quizzing us. "What tuhwuhZIS?" she asks me, holding up her crayon. I tell her it's blue. It's not that she doesn't know; she's just making sure I know.

She loves to say and do things over and over and over, just because she can. It's awesome to see her sense of personal accomplishment when she makes a request and we understand and comply. That's why Dad spends half the afternoon spinning the Weebles on the table ("Spinnit awownd?") and I spend half the evening drawing pictures ("Wet's dwah...puppies! Yay, puppies!").

She's got us well-trained.

The perils of 'me time'

Becoming a parent can be an isolating experience.

Sure, it's magical and wonderful and fulfilling, and I am happier about having become a mom than I could ever have imagined being.

But it also puts me in a different demographic from many of my longtime friends. They are, for the most part, child-free, and can call one another up and say "Let's go to a movie/bar/concert/barbecue/lake! I'll pick you up in 20 minutes!"

Really, that is not even a void in my life. I do miss being spontaneous, but there's something else that makes me feel sort of whiny about the situation.

My husband is a bartender, which works out extremely well for us in terms of child care. He is the girls' primary caregiver during the day, and our work schedules seldom overlap, so we have the luxury of peace of mind and no child care expenses. For Maya and Kayla, it's ideal. For Brian and me, not so much. We don't have a mutual day off from work (we did, briefly, have Sundays, but no more), so there is never an evening when neither of us has just gotten off work and neither of us has to be at work in the morning. We make the best of it, though, and spend our weekday evenings together at home or on the occasional Tuesday date night.

But on Friday and Saturday nights — like tonight, for example — it's just me and the girls. Brian will be gone until the wee hours of the morning, slinging drinks for unruly college students, and I will be here, staying quiet, so I don't wake the babies. I'll read, or watch a movie, or I'll spend some time on Facebook. These are the nights when everyone else is out having fun, though, so there's not much interaction to be had online.

Even if I had no kids to watch over, it's not much fun to go out on a Friday night without your significant other, if you have one. With my coupled-up friends, I'm a third wheel. With my single friends, I'm a poor excuse for a wingman.

One day, Brian will have weekends free, too. By then, we probably won't be the party animals we once were, but that's ok.

Until then, I guess I will crack open a beer and try to make the most of the "me time" that a lot of other moms would probably envy.

Long time, no blog

Wow. It has been almost a month since my last blog entry. Oops. Let's see how quickly I can get you caught up on the highlights at the Bradford household.

• Maya turned 2. What? I know. I'm pretty sure she was only born just the other day, but no. It was two whole years ago. Time is relentless. She is changing and learning new things every day. For her birthday, we went to Grandma's house, swam in the pool and swung on the swings. I made cupcakes — red velvet with cream cheese frosting.

• Grandpa came for a visit from Santa Fe, and Grandma came down a couple of weeks later. There was more swinging:

• Kayla's luxurious hair has started falling out. She's in what we call a transitional hairstyle. Here is the before, from Grandpa's visit (about 4-1/2 months):

• And here's the after, from tonight (less than a month later):

Oh, well. It'll grow back, right?

• We introduced Kayla to the bouncer. She's just about an inch too short to really bounce, but she's having fun with little toys:

There's plenty I left out, but I promise not to go another month without a post! By the way, I've added an option to follow my blog by email, so look for it at right, if you want to sign up!