Tuesday, November 19, 2013
The Little Guy (JJ) and I moved to Doha two months ago today and for the most part we are both loving it.
Since moving to the Middle East, I've missed two things. Bacon and Rain. Don't get me wrong, I love the sun and all it has to offer; especially as it allows for JJ and me to get out and about during the waking hours. But I love a good thunderstorm. And bacon, ahhh, bacon. Let's just say I've never had to do without it and thus didn't realize how much I love it.
So an interesting thing about Doha is that one can buy bacon, but they have to go to Qatar Distribution Center (QDC) or, as I like to call it, the Sin Store. At QDC, you, well my husband, buy(s) the alcohol and/or pork products. It is the only place in all of Qatar which sells these products. I am not allowed to even enter the store. Only my husband may enter... Let me tell you when people go, it's a go big or go home mentality.
(ExPats exiting QDC with boxes of Booze and Pork)
Anyway, I digress.
Today we (CJ and I) enjoyed bacon which we had been saving since last month's visit for the right occasion and it turned out to be a rainy day! Oh God, so dreamy. Bacon and Eggs while listening to the rain drum against the windows. Is this heaven? No, it's Doha.
(Rainfall is scarce, at a total of 75 mm (2.95 in) per annum. - Wikipedia)
Sunday, November 17, 2013
My new motto is "Be careful what you wish for"...
Why you ask? Because
And yesterday he was rolling over every chance he got. I would walk out of the room with him on his back, one minute later I return and he's triumphantly on his stomach. It was glorious!
And then last night happened. We did his bath time, read a few books, nursed... He's so tired and rubbing his eyes. Perfect timing as it is 658 and bedtime! But then the crying began. This is not normal for bedtime... daytime nap time? Yes, totally normal. Never for bedtime - this kid looks forward to bedtime. Whenever I put him down, he gives me a big gummy smile, his arms over his head and falls asleep in about 2 minutes with a contented sigh. After 10 minutes of listening to him cry, I asked my Big Man to go in, soothe him, but do NOT pick him up.
Big Man comes out and states, "I think we're going to have a problem." "What's that?" I ask innocently. Apparently he had rolled over. Yay! Or not. As we haven't mastered the art of rolling from stomach to back. No. Bueno.
An hour later, finally he was so tired I don't think he had the energy to roll over and he was asleep. Until 520 am when he woke up because.... He rolled over. Nooooooo! Don't roll over until you can roll back over. Sonofa.
So! Be careful what you wish for...
Enough story time: Looking for thoughts as to what to do regarding rolling over. I've read everything from let him cry it out and sleep on his stomach (SIDS is not as big a concern due to his strength and age now). Go in and roll him back over... yeah, except he rolls back over before my hands are even off his chest. Pick him up and nurse him again. Or, my favorite, "Go with your gut." ... My gut tells me to do all of those things and none of those things at the same time. Especially as my gut is exhausted.