I'm surrounded by constant reminders that my baby isn't so little anymore. "Of course he is," you say, "he's only two months old!" Yes, but today he put himself to sleep for the third time in a week. Not an over tired, passed out from exhaustion and crying - we've been there before. This was an, I'm tired, and I'm going to drift off to sleep. He wasn't in my arms, he wasn't crying, he was just sleepy.
And speaking of in my arms, up until now if he was sleeping in my arms and I put him down, he'd wake up after no more than ten minutes. Today I put him down and he slept for at least half an hour!
We even took a trip to Target and there were no tears for being in his car seat!
And don't even talk to me about the fact that he's not fitting into his 0-3 PJs anymore and is wearing 3-6 month PJs.
So for now I'm insisting E napon my chest. There's no better medicine than the weight of a baby sleeping on top of you.
Oh hi, it’s me.
I’ve been silent because life is insane lately. Work is horrible and overwhelming and there’s so much going on I could be working around the clock. Luckily I know how to set a strong boundary, but that just means that my boss is cranky and I’m pissed and everyone is miserable. But yes, let’s take on some more projects.
So I tend to leave work not in the best mood, to go pick up a Kindergartener who feels similar, and then we throw on some kids home from a long day of daycare and everyone could use a little grace lately. And some 1:1 Mama time (which is nearly impossible to come by). We were rescued during Veteran’s day weekend when my parents and Aunt Linzy came to visit. Besides the kids being thrilled, it gave us just enough breathing room for me to relax a bit and Tom to cross some things off our lists and leave us feeling a little less like we were drowning. I’m hopeful Thanksgiving will do the same.