All day I’ve been thinking, what to post, what to post, damn, I am not going to complain about how hard it is to write in a damn blog everyday because – come on? People are out there, feeding starving children and discovering the cure for diabetes and I’m all: wah! blogging is hard!
And I’ve had some time to think, too, because it was an inside day, just me and the baby and we sat around some and he rolled around some – well not all the way over, just onto his side and then back again – and he napped some, which is good because he has NOT been getting enough zzzzz’s lately and neither have I but today his gums weren’t bothering him as much I guess because he was tired (probably from the tylenol we gave him yesterday) and quite friendly and mellow.
We’ve been practising napping in the crib during the day this week and the other day he did it for an hour, today for 20 minutes. From week 5 – present, he naps longest and bestest if he’s on another human’s body. Nighttime sleeping in the crib isn’t a problem, he’s all over that but daytime he’s gotta be on a body. I need this to change so we’ve been practising, but this afternoon I figured: hey, he is getting tireder and tireder with every nap that ends prematurely because he somehow magically, like the fairies are whispering in his ear, wakes up after he’s put in the crib. So I gave him a full on, across the knees, head-in-the-crook-of-my-elbow nap. And he slept for 2.5 hours, during which time I could have been thinking of something to post but I wasn’t. I got distracted by other peoples’ blogs and by the news and by this whole “Clay Aiken touched Kelly Ripa and she told him not to and now Rosie O’Donnell told America that Clay is gay!” thing which just amuses the heck out of me because I actually thought Clay Aiken was Dana Carvey doing, like, a performance art thing, but whatever, I didn’t think of anything to post, but I thought up some dinner – chicken thighs and carrots in a roaster plus a couple of baked potatoes and they were good! and even better because I was hungry after the 45 minute nursing and rocking it took to get Trombone to sleep tonight.
After he was asleep and I’d eaten my dinner, I thought, OK now I am going to WRACK my brains, what’s left of them and post something even though it’s 8:15 and I will only be conscious in the “typing-able” sense of the word for another 45 minutes but suddenly I remembered that we are out of cookies — I know! Tragedy on wheels! I quickly whipped up some cookies and threw them in the oven BAM and Saint Aardvark was talking to his brother on the phone just as I did and then WAHHHH went the baby as he’s been doing every night this week – goes to sleep as usual and wakes up after an hour, screeching, then again after another hour, then again and I lose track sometimes, this is partly why we are so tired, all of us, so up I went and scooped him out and rocked him a bit more and he was mostly asleep but having some kind of nightmare – I wonder if maybe it’s overstimulation during the day that leads to him having to sort of “decompress” at night and process all the information but I suspect I will never know because Babies Do That.
I headed back downstairs where thankfully SA had taken the cookies out and they are perfect, warm and gooey and chocolate chippy and I’m still eating for two, you know, only the 2nd me I’m eating for is 2x as big as he was when I was pregnant so YAY more cookies for me! Ate one and will probably have another and those big posts I should be editing and the ideas I should be having will just have to wait another day.
