Where to begin...well, for starters, I have a two month old. I know, right?! It's crazy! He sleeps for a good 6 or 7 hours most nights, and even did a couple of 8s last week. That was a nice surprise, and I hope he keeps it up in the coming weeks, but to be honest I can't sleep that long anymore. I wake up, check the time, and then lay there thinking: "He's going to wake up any minute now." I told Todd it's like trying to fall asleep when you know there's going to be a fire drill. Not possible.
My parents spent part of April and May here with us, and that was fantastic :) It was terribly sad to see them go. I wanted to get on a plane and follow my mom back home, partly because I miss home sometimes, and partly because I knew my babysitter was escaping. But now Ty and I have settled into some semblance of a routine and I love it! I'm starting to really learn him, I think. I say that now but he'll go and change again next week and then it'll back to the drawing board. I've learned that it's best to remind myself that everything is just a phase, and at this age, each phase only lasts a short time.
Oh, about routine: I used to think we needed to have a routine for Ty's sake, but then I realized it was mostly for me. I needed (need...) routine to keep sane. Ty does much better with routine too, but I've found that now that I have some order to my day, I feel much more confident and much less overwhelmed. Most of the time.
Right now we usually start our day between 7:30 and 8. Breakfast and play time for him, breakfast for me, and then he's ready to go back to bed a little after 9am. I am so glad he naps well during the morning. If I can just have an hour to get the chores done and read the bible, I'm satisfied! I try to manage that hour or hour and a half well and it is definitely the most productive hour in my day. The rest of the day is a mish-mash of feedings, play times, naps and whatever else I throw in. Somehow, the days all manage to fly by and I'm left wondering how.
Regarding Ty, in the past two months he's gone from a blob to a real live baby who moves and coos and smiles. Newborns are nice for holding and photographing, but that's about it. I mean, that's seriously "it." They don't do anything and you can't really do anything with them. But now I know how to (usually) coax one of his big open-mouthed smiles out of him (the trick is to get him right after he eats) or mesmerize him with his Hungry Caterpillar rattle. That's pretty much the extent of his repertoire but it's still a lot of fun.
Here's some documentation of our lives the past few weeks:
Until next time, whenever that may be, I leave you with this image: I loved this little green bear suit, and it really was a lifesaver for Ty in the early days before he could fit in much else. I was sad to part with it. Ty, on the other hand, must have felt utterly embarrassed to be caught in such garb. How else do you explain a face like this?
