I truly didn’t mean to go a whole week without saying anything. I guess I was just so… enamored of my four month letter. Okay, not really. I just don’t have anything funny or touching to say. I mean, do you really want to hear about how the kid pooped THREE TIMES while I was changing his diaper? I didn’t think so.
I’m working part-time, writing part-time. It’s a good balance for now. I work a split shift, which means I really don’t have enough time in one sitting to get more done than answering the 50 bajillion emails I get every day. Those darn students. So needy. (I kid.)
But I can at least show you what else I’ve been up to. I found some interesting urban legends about weddings. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to wear purple at my wedding. Oops.
And I’ve been following the Michael Jackson neverending Neverland story. I almost feel sorry for the guy. It’s just so sad.
Been busy drooling over the many properties of Paul McCartney, too.
Also? Grateful I don’t have terrible in-laws to blog about. Not in this marriage anyway.
Oh, and I’m totally going to have to restrict myself from Twitter. It’s too addictive. Although I have gotten some great reads from people over there.
What is YOUR week shaping up to be?
Last night, one of our cats was up on the bed with us. We just bought this little toy that is an airplane with a spinning prop on the front. It also lights up. Very cute. The baby is fascinated by the lights. The cat, however, wasn’t so sure about the noise it made. The prop is foam, so it makes a strange whirring noise when you hold it up against something. The cat backed away, clearly not liking the noise. She got to the foot of the bed, warily watching it. I moved my foot near her and made a noise at the same time. She bounced straight up a good three feet off of the bed and landed in the floor. It all happened so quickly that all J and I could do is laugh. It was the funniest darn thing we had seen all day.
Then this morning, I went into the kitchen to warm up some tea. I guess the other cat was crunching the cat food so loud that he didn’t hear me coming. I turned the corner into the kitchen and he shot across the kitchen, knocked the cabinet under the sink open, things inside flying everywhere, bounced off the cabinet and shot past me. I came back out and had to call him a few times before he would come near me. Every hair on his back was standing straight up. I tried not to laugh as I comforted him.
I think I’m going to give them both heart attacks some day. Quite possibly before they plot my demise.
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I just weighed the boy today. You know, it’s really scientific. I step on the scale, look at the numbers, then step off. Then I grab the boy and step back on. See? Totally accurate and scientific. The weight difference this time? Guess. Go on. I’ll wait. Do you have a number in mind? You do? Was it twenty? Yes, my not-quite four month old weighs 20 pounds. No wonder my back hurts. This weekend, we were in Long Beach at the convention center. I saw a woman walking along with her tiny baby in her Bjorn. We chatted and I asked her how old. Nine months, y’all. NINE months. My kid dwarfed him. Lawsy, this is gonna be a big boy.
We’re getting close to some milestones. He doesn’t quite reach and grab things with his hands, but he will draw things in with his hands/ arms when they get close enough. And, of course, take them straight to his mouth. Heh. He’s babbling a lot now. And getting louder. The last 3 days he has squawked a lot more than before. I recorded some of it. I suppose I could upload it so you can hear (let me know if you want me to). It’s pretty cute. At least, I think so. Sending a copy to mom and dad.
He sits up with help. We have to prop him a bit, but he loves sitting in the crook of our arms while in the bed. And the drool. Oh lord, the drool. I think he’ll be teething fairly soon.
But he is such a joy to be around. Really mellow. He does cry when he needs something, or when he’s fighting sleep. Yet I know how much worse it could be. Even when he’s grouchy, I love being around him.
Just trying to enjoy our time with the wee bugger. Here’s hoping you’re enjoying time with your little buggers, too. Happy Love Thursday.
Getting back to work, going into the office, and managing to pump between feedings is getting the better of me. The kid still eats anywhere from every 2 hours to 4 hours. Mostly 2. So it’s tough to find some time to pump, unless it’s after he goes to bed. And then I’m so tired, all I want to do is sleep, too.
But since I don’t have any in the freezer right now, I need to get some sort of schedule going. I guess right before bed is good, so I don’t wake up hurting in the morning.
I’m trying some bottles out, which I’ll review over at Safe Mama.
And I think I’ll enter the contest over at Momsational to win a sampler pack of BPA-free bottles. More to try out, because I’m not happy with the ones I bought. And they weren’t cheap, either. Bleh.
I’m actually getting a fair amount of sleep at night. Oh, I wake up a lot to check on the kid. When he so much as stirs, I’m awake. So my sleep is frequently interrupted. But at least I can go back to sleep fairly quickly. And that makes for MUCH better days, let me tell you.
For now, I’m telecommuting and I do love it. The babe naps while I’m working. And when I’m not working, I get to gaze into those beautiful little eyes and watch as his face lights up with a gummy smile. He’s drooling a lot, which means teeth probably aren’t far off. I’m not looking forward to those feeding times!
I knew my life would change. We all know our lives will change. People keep mentioning how nice it must be to get back to work and into the land of the living. I’d rather be at home, listening to my son practice new sounds and watch him kick so hard it looks like he’s running in place. I have a lot of friends who I can email and chat with online. Their blogs are available. I can follow them on Twitter. I can call them on the phone. Heck, I can even meet them for lunch. But the kid still gets time and attention from me during these things. I can’t do that when I’m in the office.
I never thought I’d say this, but I’d rather be home. I can’t, but I’d rather. It is what it is.
So my days consist of naps, diapers, email, and little gurgling noises coming from the bouncy seat next to my desk. And I like it that way.
Happy Love Thursday y’all. May you find what fills your heart with happiness.
Right after we heard about my cousin Ray, we found that a biker friend of ours died earlier in the month. She was coming home and crashed her bike into a pole. We don’t have details at this point. But we went to the memorial service and J went on a ride in her honor. There must’ve been over 500 bikes out there. It was incredible.
But I felt a little dread, because these things always seem to come in threes. And we did hear about the third one, also back home. Sid was in his late 70s and had cancer. He was my cousin’s father-in-law and my buddy. I’ve known him since I was a little girl. He always stopped to talk to me and was so very kind. And he got to see our little boy while we were back home at Christmas. His family and wife are in my thoughts. He will be remembered fondly.