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I’m sitting, well, gliding, in the glider chair, trying to help the boy take his morning nap. He clearly needs to nap. He’d gotten cranky. He was rubbing his eyes. First I bundled him up in his fleece swaddler, popped in pacifier, and put him in the crib. Will he just fall asleep on his . . . → Read More: in memoriam As in, this is what was leftover from my amazing leftover-lamb stew. Mmmmmm. lunch tomorrow! And this is why I will probably never write a cookbook: Sweet ‘n’ Fruity Lamb Stew Chop and sweat one onion in olive oil and salt in a large dutch-oven type pot. Cut up a handful of prunes and . . . → Read More: the remains of the day The day started strong, after another nicely spaced 11 hours of mostly sleeping and some nurse/nappy activities interspersed between, the night before. The trouble started on the changing table around 7:30 a.m. I’m looking down at my boy’s boy parts, as you do when cleaning them, and I see what I think is a blister. . . . → Read More: embarrassing, odd, and then amazing It’s evening. Husband is out doing errands, due back at 7. He’d come home at 5:30, rocked the boy down to napping before leaving at 6, and the boy woke up again not 10 minutes later. Crying. I tried rocking him. Changing him. Then nursing him. Bingo on the third option. Put him over my . . . → Read More: it’s a valentine’s sleep-miracle is that I get to toddle about the internet and find out that Mayberry Mom has put an elegant twist on the most recent meme-go-round. It helps that I (brilliantly) moved my laptop from the bedroom last night (hard to call this “morning” but whatever — work with me, grammarians), to the never-used-for-dining-anymore dining room . . . → Read More: one of the pluses of being up in the middle of the night Not much to report. Been waiting for the boy’s head to get bigger. So I, too, can have one of those big-headed babies. I’m tired. Suddenly realized this tiredness is not going to go away for, like, years. The boy is still cute. I say that all day pretty much. My god. He’s so cute. . . . → Read More: life just being life I’ve crossed over to the other side. I used to be one of those people. Blissfully ignorant. Perhaps even a little disdainful. Of what it is to be a parent. Of what it takes to negotiate the world while also negotiating the needs of a small child. I feel the difference between us strongest when . . . → Read More: some people just don’t get it Today was a day of firsts: 1. Mommy’s first time nursing under a blanket — in car, in the parking lot of Trader Joe’s, and only because the sun was hitting baby in the face and bothering him. 2. I figured out how to slip a fresh diaper under and over a wet one and . . . → Read More: milestones |
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