{"id":251,"date":"2009-01-16T14:12:04","date_gmt":"2009-01-16T19:12:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/hellum.ca\/blog\/?p=251"},"modified":"2009-01-16T14:12:04","modified_gmt":"2009-01-16T19:12:04","slug":"sweet-son","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/sweet-son\/","title":{"rendered":"Sweet son…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’d sorta had it the other night with getting the kids to eat their dinner. \u00a0They so totally don’t take Carrie and I seriously about it anymore. \u00a0They squirm in their seat, they push food around on the plate, they say indeterminate things like “ah, ooh, ooh eee, ga” and stuff like that. \u00a0I laid down the law as I left the table (having eaten my<\/em> dinner in a normal amount of time): no talking, no whispering, no nada<\/strong>. \u00a0I wanted them to finish eating and I wanted no guff about it and moreover I didn’t want to hear any vocalizations at all. \u00a0Got it?<\/strong><\/p>\n

I went upstairs, just to be away from the scene and see if they would follow through.<\/p>\n

A short while later, Owen timidly asked from the bottom of the stairs if he could have some more milk? \u00a0Of course I said, jumping up and starting down the stairs. \u00a0Halfway down, Owen said: Dada, Finney’s fallen asleep.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sure enough, there she was, head on the table beside a half-eaten dinner, quite asleep. \u00a0I got Owen his milk thinking perhaps Finn was faking it somehow, but no, she was actually asleep. \u00a0I gentled collected her from her chair, got her into her room, changed her into her PJs (which we call Goodnight Suits), and tucked her in – all without waking her. \u00a0She can be a deep sleeper, thank goodness.<\/p>\n

When I came out, Owen stage-whispered to me: \u00a0I sang quietly to her because I didn’t want you to hear. \u00a0I think it helped her fall asleep.<\/strong><\/p>\n

My heart completely melted once again for my little son. \u00a0I clasped him to me and kissed his sweet head: \u00a0I’m so proud of you Owen. \u00a0I love you so much.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I’d sorta had it the other night with getting the kids to eat their dinner. \u00a0They so totally don’t take Carrie and I seriously about it anymore. \u00a0They squirm in their seat, they push food around on the plate, they say indeterminate things like “ah, ooh, ooh eee, ga” and stuff like that. \u00a0I laid […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,15],"tags":[37,50,56,66],"class_list":["post-251","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-joy","category-love","tag-finn","tag-love","tag-owen","tag-sleep"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=251"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/251\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=251"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=251"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hellum.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=251"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}