a month of being holden's mama - day 12

Day 12: July 12, 2014
Age: 8 weeks, 6 days

today was a good one. although it's not over yet. sure, holdie woke mom and dad up at 5:30 am, fussy as all hell for no apparent reason. a dosage of baby tylenol (because we were at wit's end and figured maybe yesterday's shots pissed him off?) managed to get him down for a nap between 7 - 9, so we got some sleep - but not enough for the big day ahead.

i'm not even sure what we did for the first half of the day - i think vincent got groceries and i just played bicycle legs? but around 2, we wound up strapping h in the carseat//stroller combo for mom/dad's date to yuppie street fest, square roots in lincoln square. i knew it would be up our alley because if nothing else, we wouldn't be judged for being parents with a) visible tattoos, b) drinking craft beers, or c) having a baby in attendance. mom had 3 beers and has quite the buzz going on currently. (don't worry, i stressed about this day for the past 2 months and have sufficient backup milk supply prepped with dad). we watched a clown. seriously, for entertainment. to 'don't worry, be happy,' until vin turned to me and said, 'i've never felt this white in my life,' to which i ended his sentence with the quip - 'and enjoyed it.'

had some laughs. had some beers. had some sunshine. and some exercise. now i'm all made up, (but apparently take too long 'getting ready,' according to my husband - who doesn't realize i am fortunate to maybe, maybe apply deodorant AND brush my teeth in the same day maybe 2 days out of the week, so fuck yeah, i'm going to take as long as possible to put my makeup on and do my hair the one day out of 60 i have to make myself look 'cool' for a concert).

anyway. pizza just dinged on the pizza pizazz. holdie's a little crabby because it's the witching hour, but daddy's currently singing him a diddy along the lines of 'you're so golden, mister holden,' while pacing the apartment. ima cut that pizza, pump and dump so i can enjoy the next 8 or so hours as a free woman for the first time since august of last year, and then hopefully enjoy the shit outta my favorite band from 9th grade's concert at lincoln hall with my cousin in a bit.