Okay. I should probably have some better-sounding excuse for dropping off the face of the earth these past few weeks, but all I've got is this: it was Easter, which, if you are a pastor, is a time of the year when absolutely nothing else gets done. At. All. If you have the urgent need to clean something, please let me know, because I have got the house for you.
Baby Girl is doing well, apart from a few spectacular Nap Fail experiences like yesterday, wherein it took 90 minutes to get her down for what turned out to be a 20 minute morning nap. Also, she is now rolling from back-to-front but has only done so for 1.) her grandparents and 2.) Harrison Ford, who happened to be on TV playing Indiana Jones at the time. Normally, I don't let her watch TV, in case you are thinking of reporting me to the Child Development Authorities, but Harrison Ford is a slight exception. I was upstairs throwing a load of towels into the laundry at the time.
Last night I went to bed at 8:30pm. Because, apparently, I am in the third grade. It was awesome.
I went to Pa.nera for lunch yesterday and a creepy dude stared at me while I breastfed Baby Girl (under a cover, but still). Then he said, "I bet she's a angel," (which, given that she had screamed for 90 minutes that morning was not exactly the analysis I was in the mood for) and as soon as he went to the counter to get his food, we hightailed it the heck out of there.
After three months of cobbling together childcare between friends and grandparents, Baby Giril will be starting at an official childcare center next week. Mostly, I am relieved about this because it's been a little stressful to put things together (long story short, our initial childcare setup didn't work out, so we've been punting for awhile). I am also nervous. Probably no way around that.
I am so, so, so not a morning person. At all. But the big smile on your child's face when you lean over to pick them up - well, that puts a spark into the morning. As does a big cup of coffee.
Our next adventure: Baby Girl starts sleeping in her own room, soon. I am in denial about this. Will keep you posted.
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ReplyDeleteIt's nice to hear from you!. I'm glad you got the child care arrangements worked out - I hope it's great. Good luck with the sleep issues.
ReplyDeleteI've had a lot of those poor-return-on-investment naps, they really suck, don't they? The whole TV thing is sort of funny, too. I let my kids watch a few things on TV (at 9.5 months), such as Sesame Street music videos and episodes of Shaun the Sheep. My son is totally addicted and cries when we turn it off, and I'm worried about what we're going to do about that eventually, and if we should put a stop to it now. My daughter couldn't care less. She wanders away after 30 seconds. I really wonder what it says about their personalities.
ReplyDeleteGood luck with the sleeping in separate rooms. That really saved my sanity in the end.