There are things that you can not possibly prepare for when you cross the threshold into parenthood. You hear all the time about what you'll learn: a new kind of love, a new level of exhaustion, a new sense of responsibility, a new outlook on the world. It's all true. A sister-friend (totally different from a sister-wife!) made an observation on Facebook recently about a conversation she overheard between some suburban moms. She wondered if there was anything else in the world that they found interesting or substantial. She was concerned. I can say, almost confidently, that they do have other interests. I'm still just as interested now as I was in politics, television, my social life, and my husband as I was pre-baby. It's just that a person was introduced into my life who depends on me completely. When you pair his dependence with this newly unlocked maternal love, everything else fades into the background. (Don't let me forget to mention that I'm also one of those working moms. I leave my house when it's still dark outside, and I get precious little time to sit and snuggle. I feel like I only see him on weekends, so I spend a lot of time missing him, thinking of him, wishing I was with him.) If I seem to have a one track mind, it's because I do. He's growing so fast. Almost 2 months have flown by. The people who understand me best are the women who are living with their little ones - savoring moments as they slip away. Put us together, and I'm sure we'd seem boring to almost anyone without kids.
Side note to SB: When it's you, people will wonder the same thing about you. You'll smile, look at the tiny face that you formed and shrug it off, knowing that there will be plenty of time to catch up on news, sports, pop culture, or whatever it is that you're missing. You're going to be awesome when it's your turn. <3!
State of the Bebe
Bo will be 8 weeks old tomorrow. He's holding his head up like a champ. He's working up some facial expressions - I've seen fleeting smiles, and I'm waiting breathlessly for an honest to goodness big toothless grin. I feel like we've passed a milestone with nursing. He was slow to latch a couple of days this week, but we soldiered on and prevailed. We're working up a bedtime routine - last feeding, lotion/massage, swaddle, singing, book, prayer, and bed. Tonight was the second night. He went down pretty quickly, and I felt vindicated. He's still waking up between 11PM and 1AM and then sometime between 4AM and 6AM. We're scheduled for the first round of vaccinations next week. I'm already stressed about it.
((ETA: He's still wobbly with the head holding... but definitely starting to get the hang of it.))
Cameron is going to pick up Tyler and Des tomorrow. He'll finally get to meet their teachers for this year. Des will be staying for a whole week - Tyler for the weekend only. I'm excited for some girl time, and I know how much she wants to help take care of the baby. My second set of parents are coming up on Saturday to meet the Bebe. I can't wait for him to meet them!
Aunt Juliet and Uncle Jonathan will be here next weekend, and we have tentative plans for a pumpkin patch / haunted corn maze trip. I'll
It's our second week back on the FlyLady program. The house looks great. The routines are starting to set in. My filing cabinet is in better shape that it has been in at least a year. The dreaded Tupperware cabinet has been organized. The laundry is caught up, and I even gave myself a manicure. I've built a family binder that keeps me organized and on track. (I'm really geeking out about it - it may get it's own post. Don't judge me.) We can have a guiltfree restful and snuggle filled weekend. I may even break out a fun kid activity or two from Pinterest.
I'm learning about the sales world. It's an interesting creature. This week I overcame my fear of cold calling. I drove to an industrial park, drove around, and talked to people. I have to remind myself that people are, for the most part, nice. The worst that anyone can say is no. I even had one very nice man give me a tour of his warehouse.
It was incredibly sad to see how many plants and factories have closed their doors. Empty parking lots form desolate and dusty perimeters around sad buildings with dark windows. It's a world that I've never seen before. I'm relieved and terrified that there is an election around the corner. I pray that in the near future, cars will fill the parking lots again and send the weeds that have set up residence in cracks in the pavement packing.
I'm reading a book about attachment parenting. It's an interesting take, and while I'm not exactly soliciting advice, I'd like to hear opinions that you might have on it. Comment, shoot me an email, or give me a call. We'll chat. :)