Muddling through Christmas time with my Jewish family in town from So Cal and our little Christmas tree and the presents underneath and me with so little sleep and the weirdest naps are the ones when I fall so deep that I dream for a second.
The boy is sleeping now, in his big ole’ rainforest swing. We’re not sure whether we like that he’s sleeping now, because it means he probably won’t be later. I should be sleeping now. Will try to as soon as I click “publish.”
It’s been nice to have family around to hold the baby and really just liven up the place a bit. I keep not managing to get outside (bad mommy!) so the inside entertainments are even more important. (Will go on walk tomorrow! — I vow over and over.)
We did go out on Saturday, briefly. But I timed it all wrong so that the baby was crying from needing a diaper change as soon as we sat down at the restaurant and then we went to the wrong bathroom of the two available options, which was about the size of a broom closet and was NOT the one with the changing table but that one had a line, and so we changed him on the floor, on his little diaper bag mat but still… Germs!?? Ugh.
And then he cried some more and Scott walked off with him up the street, to try to soothe him and I sent my Dad after him because I knew he had to be wanting the boob and meanwhile some woman passing Scott on the sidewalk commented that it sounded like the baby wanted milk.
Does everyone know how to tell the cries apart but us??? Then again, when I was child-free, I always suggested to my friends that their crying babies seemed hungry, I think. Sorry, everyone.
So I had my first public boob-flash breast feeding that day as well.
Come to think of it, was outside on Friday too, briefly, as we got all dressed and bundled and headed out to the pediatrician’s for our appointment only to receive the reminder call — for our appointment on Wednesday of next week. Not sure how I messed that one up but since we were already out, we went to our swanky neighborhood Whole Foods, and then the Christmas tree lot and then a short two block walk for coffee/tea/hot chocolate and fresh air.
Not so bad.
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