life just being life

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. I can’t stand it. I get many compliments on his fabulous punk rock hair. Many moms ask if I style it that way. No. It just stands up on its own. Even when I oil his head to treat the cradle cap. It doesn’t stay down. You can’t keep a good hairdo down, I say.

What have you missed since I’ve been gone? On Friday our moms group took a long walk along the shore of the island of Alameda. Alameda, for those who don’t know, is like a small quiet midwestern town plopped improbably in the center of the whackadoodle crazy Bay Area. Partway through the walk, Jonah was making motions like he was hungry so three of us broke rank and took a detour to ye olde starbucks for a little feed-and-change break. One mom was still too shy about feeding in public because her baby has latch problems. We tried to encourage her to go for it anyway but she declined. (I guess her baby wasn’t that hungry.) I whipped the boob out in my usual fashion.

The weekend pretty much involved a lot of walking (weather was gorgeous) and shopping, around the usual activities of napping, nursing, nappying, et al.

Today we went to mom-and-baby yoga again. Am now attending twice a week. I never really liked yoga much before I got pregnant, but since there’s virtually no prenatal or mom-and-baby pilates classes around, that’s that. And now that I’ve been going so often, for a long while now, I’m actually getting better at it. Probably also helps that I care less about being good at anything. Old me used to always try too hard in yoga classes and injure myself. New mom-me is just glad to get out, be among my mom-people, and get a little stretching in.