Age: 9 weeks, 5 days
my son is a ham. an absolute ham. an intense ham. this little boy - he's an intense dude. seriously. today was actually a really good day (again). sure, bedtime was not an easy task tonite. (see top left photo - that's the face of a young man who would NOT stop screaming unless we removed him from his crib after 3 failed attempts of 'letting him cry it out'. being set in his velcro swaddle on the couch with mom and dad? silence. yet hammy. after he would pass out? put him back in the crib. and more screams. after the 4th or so attempt of bedtime (ok, i relented and nursed him a 3rd time after beginning mommy's glass of wine - i had 2-3 small sips over 20 minutes and i still breastfed him - so sue me, at least he's finally asleep now, and i should mention i still have 3/4 my glass untouched in front of me). . . but yeah. the ham's asleep now. (maybe).
the long photo on the righthand side? that just shows how awkward of an ox my intense little ham is becoming. little man skipped bathtime last night on account of mom and dad assembling his crib and grandma watching him. typically, we wait until around/after 6pm to give him his bath so it's part of his evening routine, but after he pooped himself 3 times! and then rinsed himself off with a golden shower (not 20 minutes after i cleaned/folded the laundry, including his clean for about 16 minutes changing pad). so i succumbed to an early bath around 3pm and it was a milkneck and ear cheese harvest! little man was gross. so gross. but he's clean now. i promise i'm not a neglectful mother. i definitely learned the lesson of holden being one of the 'bathes every day' babies. the pediatrician said some go 'as needed,' or 'every other day.' yeah - my ham's a stinky boy.
the lower left hand pic is just me being a bully. H was being a ham and playing with his food and preventing me from finishing folding laundry. so i punished him by putting a pair of (clean) mommy's underwear on his head. i'm sure he'll thank me for that later.
but really, it was a good day. somehow, i managed to get the laundry done (thanks, baby sling!), took the garbage out, dyed my hair (and showered! thanks to the one solid 45 minute nap H snuck in this morning), gave the cats their medicine/trimmed nails, picked up around the place, assembled the monkey mobile onto the crib, and even managed to get a solid lead on a new apartment (new to vin - old to me, the same place i lived from 2008-2010 with courtney and carrie - fingers crossed that we get it! hope to check it out on monday, would be right across the street from winnemac park which would be perfect for playdates with the little dude, (so long as mommy removes her underwear from his head)).
here it is, 9:10pm, and even though each day melds into the other like there's no separate distinction between days/dates of the week/month, my biorhythms must be telling me it's a friday, because despite my lack of constant sleep (i'm sporting some serious impressive baggage under my eyes these days), i can't sleep nor do i want to crawl into bed. but instead of having my other half helping with nightly duties tonite, he got jipped into working weekends until i go back to work, so has to rise and shine around 4something am tomorrow, so there will be no beers/movie/hangouts tonite. that's ok. i have my glass of wine and my iphone to keep me entertained and i'm sure i'll crawl into bed by 10. (living on the edge, amiright?)
sometimes, though, especially since my days of leave are VERY numbered (only 2 more weeks - NOT HAPPY), i wish i could have a little more - not freedom, but experiences?? maximize the time off with my family? something to remember it by. although, all the other mamas i've talked to say their maternity leaves too, were a blur of drowsy sleepiness, so maybe this is just how it goes. the fact that my leave coincided with summertime is just an odd blessing/curse.
whatever. if i can get 2 weeks like my past 2 days, i'll be a happy, happy mama. something tells me i won't be quite that lucky, but i still will love every minute i can get with my little man - happy hamming or insistent shrieking. he still needs me and that's one helluva feeling that can't be replaced by anything.
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