Day 2: July 2nd, 2014
Age: 7 weeks, 3 days
i'm nervous to try and start this post right now because the goose is in a mood. he's currently battling the hiccups, distracted in his vibrating monkey chair, cooing at the shaking stuffed monkey mobile. he actually gave me approximately 4.5 minutes before getting bored in his playmat to wolf down a salad. premade, of course, because ain't nobody got time for actually preparing food in this household. nope, we actually had a pretty eventful morning, scoring a ride with grandpa 'papa smurf' (his nickname choice), to trader joe's. so that meant getting out of bed 90 minutes earlier to ensure that not only was mr. h dressed and fed, but mom had 5 full minutes to look like she spent 25 full minutes getting ready. (aka - dunk the hair, throw it in a messy ponytail, deodorant, brushed teeth, mascara and clothes - super model time!). we managed to get the groceries without any meltdowns, but here we are now, inside for who knows how long on this gorgeous summer day.
at least i have the joys of getting down to the soundtrack of fisher price jams, thanks to the monkey chair.
every day i fall more in love with my little man, as high maintenance as he can be.
we had another successful evening with the 8pm bedtime last night, thank goodness, but this time the lil bugger woke up at 11, instead of midnight for a snack. which was fine by me, because i was having a hell of a time falling asleep anyway. it made me realize how much i absolutely adore him - the late night feedings, when he runs 100% on nature and instinct. wakes himself up crying, not the fake phony whine/fussiness i get throughout the day. he cries and cries, but quietly - with his eyes closed. the little dude is too pooped to even open his eyes. so as is our normal nighttime routine, i scoop him up, unbaby burrito him out of the swaddle on the dining room (just kidding - holdie room) table changing station, change his diaper and then cradle him into the living room to give him his feeding.
since vin likes to sleep with the air conditioner on, (which is in the living room, vs. bedroom due to crappy window sizes), i'm always nervous little h will get super cold (because even i am), so once i have him curled up on the boppy pillow on my lap, i wrap him up in this light, floral summer blanket that one of our family friends gifted us before he was born. it fits him from head to toe and wraps around - literally, i cover his little head so only his tiny little bug face is peeking out to feed. it is absolutely ADORABLE. especially when he cries with his eyes closed. maybe i'm just a creep, or super duper sleep deprived, but its especially in these moments that my mommy instinct kicks in over drive and my heart explodes, letting me nurture the hell out of this little toadstool, until he's fed himself back to sleep.
he's much sweeter and nicer to me in his sleep.
awake? another story. definitely keeps me on my toes. somehow, he's still in his monkey chair - but is about to have a shit fit if i don't scoop him out and give him whatever the heck it is he wants. doesn't he know the meaning of 'if you're happy and you know it clap your hands??" (aka monkey chair current jam). jeez, kid.
ok, here's to hoping i can calm his ass down from his about to be meltdown and get him to take a nap so we can cheat away for a stroll in the river park. that would be good. 'specially for mommy.
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