Fail. Take Two.

I am far more good-natured about our latest failure. In fact, I probaby just like looking for loldogs fail pictures and need a good way to showcase them.

So the plan was to capitalize on Turtle's sleeping through the night while trying to establish a strong bedtime routine and 8ish bedtime. His current bedtime is 9:30/10. Seemed easy enough. He's been sleeping for about nine hours at night, and I was hoping we could carry that through.

Rather than cereal and a bottle at 8:30, we moved it up to 6. He gobbled everything up, and then got a nice bath and into his pajamas. He sat in his bouncy seat while DH and I had dinner, and then DH took him upstairs for a nighttime bottle and his bedtime story. He was nice and dozey and was out by 8:30.

And woke up at 3:30.

Boo.

DH fed him again and then it took him a while to get him back down to sleep. I will bite my tongue on the many reasons why. 5:00 he was back in bed, and at 6:30 he as ready for action again.

Boo. Oh, well. It can only get better. Who needs sleep, anyway?

In the meantime, we are bracing for Fay, currently a tropical storm, but looking like it will be a category 1 hurricane by the time it hits us. Um, Mother Nature? This is why I moved the hell out of South Florida. Because storms don't hit St. Augustine. DH is all freaked out about it. I'm ok - sure, we might lose power, but we're on the FPL priority list because of Aiden's heart monitor, and, after all, our house and a/c units are bolted to their foundations (bwhahahha - yes, I laughed my ass off when this was pointed out to us during construction as "hurricane safety").

I'm not thrilled about the whole thing, but again, what can you do? I got to walk the dogs in a feeder band this morning and that was just awesome fun. They were not impressed. For those that know my pugs, you are aware that they are the prissiest, most spoiled pumpkins in the world, and are extremely opposed to the idea of getting their little paws wet. Going out in the rain is an atrocity, and you should have seen the look Molly gave me when she realized that she wasn't going insoe until she had marched her curly-tailed ass into the wet grass to pee. Ah, the joys of motherhood on all levels.

To those in the path of the storm, good luck and stay safe. Let's hope it's over quickly and without any damage.