Monday, January 25, 2010

patting the pooklet

For the past few weeks, in the early post-binky era, we've seen how easy it is to get a crying pooklet resisting bedtime to submit to quiet, stillness, and sleep. All it takes is patting his side, draping his duck blanky over his face, and singing "Come Ye Sinners," and it seems only one or two verses is all that's required.

One day when we were playing in the afternoon, the pooklet tried to get me from sitting to laying down, and then patted me on the chest while humming melodically.

He's also patted his stuffed ducky and sung to it.

The wifey tells me that when his duck blanky was in the wash and she'd substituted a stuffed ducky, he put stuffed ducky on his face.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

sweet pooklet moments.

I was tired this afternoon, but pooklet was up, so I locked us in his room and tried to nap while he "read" his books. Lately, I've been patting him on his side at night to help him get to sleep, because he's fresh off his binky and consequently whinier.
Today, he responded in kind by patting my chest as I lay on the futon in his room.

He stood next to me as I lay there, and gave the ASL sign for book, so I encouraged him to get a book from the shelf. He'd get one, flip through it, and dump it on the floor and make the sign to me again, as if asking for permission (because each time, I simply told him to get another book).

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Some Progress, Some Regress - The Days of Pooklet

pooklet news...

The Pooklet has had a bad habit of pressing the green, lit button on our printer, and has been consequently spanked on occasion for his unrepentant persistence in this disobedience, but today the wifey saw him out of the corner of her eye reach for it, and then quickly withdraw his hand, wincing, as if by a phantom admonition.
Good job, timid pookling!

This has been a week of binky withdrawal, as we've denied him his cherished binky at night in his crib. He's been a bit fragile as a result so we've resumed the old days of patting his side to avoid screaming and cries for Dad-dy (the one who puts him down usually). It did the trick last night, and tonight I patted him briefly. But when I stopped, he patted his side as if to beg me to continue. After two minutes of patting, and with a duck blanky over his face, he went quiet, and I left the room.