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Although I find it aesthetically atrocious, I have to admit that, at least on his first day in it, Jonah finds his baby einstein exersaucer thoroughly entertaining. There’s a raised round thing he can pound on and depending on which button he hits, it moos, roars, meows, quacks, barks, announces the name of each animal . . . → Read More: baby einstein swinging purple people sleeper We thought we had him where we wanted him. But now he’s definitely running the show. Or something. Sleep routine, my big behind. Two nights ago, maybe it was teething. The crying, the waking. We brought him back into bed with us. Then last night, back into the crib. And tonight, crib. But we’re basically . . . → Read More: ooops Expect lulls in this space. The book editing project is bigger than I’d imagined. What had I imagined? Oh a few hours here and there, tra la la. Ummmm… no. Watch as my stoned-on-oxytocin mommy brain is catapulted through the looking glass into the work world. Ouch. And my mother’s helper? She has the flu. . . . → Read More: outlook good, but the blogging will suffer Yes, I have been very busy with editing that book. A pregnancy journal/guide. It’s so much fun, and hard work, and I really hope it ends up being a wonderful book that I can be proud of and that helps people. And when I’m done, I’m really hoping that friend Laura and I will write . . . → Read More: the book(s), the stroller, his crib, and her chicken If a baby rolls from his tummy to his back, and no one is in the room at the time, does it make a sound? (Scott says he put Jonah on his belly on the playmat and left the room for a minute, and baby had flipped sunny side up while he was out.) . . . → Read More: deep thoughts Ever since Jonah was born, practically, I’ve been clicking my tongue at him. My mother always said she used to do that for me, and that I’d found it fascinating and imitated her. I click my tongue and Jonah looks. I click my tongue in melodies too. He likes that. I also open and close . . . → Read More: first time: click 8:30 a.m. He yawns. Place him in crib with rolled towels on either side as bolsters to hold him on his side. Pacifier in mouth. Lovey (small square fuzzy blanket with stuffie dog-head in center) under one arm. Goodbye Mr. Sun, we’re taking a nap. Put lullabye CD in player on low. Leave room. 8:34 . . . → Read More: getting him to nap Letting the days go by? Hardly. Working my butt off, in two directions is more like it. Physical butt: Been to three yoga classes this week (mom/baby variety), planning to hit the fourth tomorrow. Plus I even went back to my old improv practice group. Other butt: I got a new wahm assignment, a belated . . . → Read More: long time, no blog (amended to add) |
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