Obsessed!

All I've done this week is text pictures of  kids in adorable costumes to my sisters. No lie. I just can't stand the Halloween cuteness. Every time I check my Instagram feed, there's another sweet, smiling babe in a brilliantly creative costume. 

This year our sweet, smiling babe is MinnIe Mouse. 

While not as creative as some of the ensembles I've seen this year, in my humble opinion, a true classic when it comes to cuteness. 

Halloween's not even over and I'm already looking ahead to next years costumes. In fact, I've already started pinning ideas. You see, next year they'll be TWO kids to dresss up. Double the fun! Sophia and her little brother!! 

The possibilities are endless! Cinderella and a baby pumpkin? Peter Pan and Tinkerbell? I can't wait! 

Blue chair

I present to you the ugliest glider known to man kind.

Sadly, it lives in my house.

It's technically not mine. It's my parents.  But still, it's in MY house. And I hate it. 

When we first moved to Maryland and were living with my parents it was the comfiest place to nurse and rock Buttercup to sleep.  We spent entire naps on that chair. So we decided to bring it along when we moved into our own place. And while there are sweet, loving memories associated with this chair it also has a dark side. 

Rocking BC to sleep in this chair became the bane of my existence. You can read more about our sleep and rocking journey here but to sum it up we went through A LOT to break the association of rocking to sleep. 

Somehow we were able to break the association. (Not that sleep has gotten that much easier for us, but more on that later) But I still held on to  the chair. Despite it being clunky and not going with a single thing in my house, it's really comfortable. And it became part of the bedtime routine to read books siting in that chair. Somewhere along the line, BC began to refer to it simply as the "blue chair."

I really wanted a new glider, kinda felt I DESERVED a new glider all the hours we logged in that thing. I wanted something sleek and modern but realized something pretty and modern plus comfortable  = more than we wanted to spend at the time so it was put on the back burner. 

Besides we had other things to deal with. Like BC's sleep issues. Technically, I shouldn't say BC has sleep issues. She sleeps great, sleeps like a champ really. It's just getting her to fall asleep that's the challenge.  Also, the fact that in order for her to stay asleep and sleep through the night I need to be physically next to her.  Le sigh!

I'm not sure where things went wrong. It's hard to believe at one point that we were able stick her in the crib and walk out of the room and she'd fall asleep on her own. Around here we call it the golden age but the golden age didn't last long. Despite all the set backs and struggles I was all about channeling Frozen and was all "turn away and slam the door" when it came to that blue chair. I refused to go back to rocking BC to sleep. REFUSED.

Until a few weeks ago. Lesson learned, never say never. 

I blame my husband.

 It was nap time and no surprise, I was struggling to get BC to take a nap. I was getting increasingly frustrated and she was getting increasingly crankier.

Daddy-o to the rescue. He swept in and picked her up and sat in the chair. At this point I'm too tired/frustrated to object and literally by the time he got through one "twinkle, twinkle little star" she was out like a light. 

WTF, does the chair have magical powers?!!?? I know I said I wouldn't  go back but the time it takes her to fall asleep went from 45 minutes to an hour to 20 minutes. It's been a game changer. 

And so ladies and gentleman, she's baaaackk.