On October 31st, we cancelled our cable subscription. Or rather, I should say, DH cancelled cable. I resisted.
His rationale - saving money. Which I totally get. But I refused to let him cancel it while I was still on maternity leave. I needed the "company" that the TV provided; it made me feel less alone. Now that I'm back to work, I don't miss it very much, mostly because I don't really have time in the evenings to watch anything, and we haven't been home long enough on a weekend for me to get a chance to really relax. While I had suspected that this would be the case (me not missing it), I'm glad to realize that it's true and that I don't really miss it.
We did get an antennae, and DH installed that on the roof recently. That has allowed us to get - in full HD quality - most local network stations such as CBS, Fox, NBC, and the CW. There are a few other channels as well. No ABC though - apparently they went el-cheapo on their broadcasting equipment so you can't pick that up with an antennae.
I had originally pushed to get something to replace cable - such as an antennae - so that at the very least I could get NBC to watch my morning Today Show, which was the only way I ever managed to stay on top of current events. As it turns out, I leave my house now right around the same time the Today Show starts, so it doesn't seem like I'm going to know what's going on in the world anymore, ever again. I feel SO out of the loop when it comes to current events, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting dumber by the minute. BUT, the good news is, we can watch the Steelers games whenever they're on one of the channels we get, and the picture is great. (Yep, dumber by the minute.)
We still have Netflix (for now, although DH wants to cancel that too) and we subscribed to HULU Plus, which we can access through our Roku, to get some of the shows that we really wanted to see. We also hooked up a computer to our downstairs television so that we can get all of the shows that are on ABC.com, which makes up for the lack of live ABC shows. And hopefully, for Christmas, we'll be receiving a DVR, which will allow us to start recording things and watching them at our leisure (most notably anything that we want to watch on our upstairs TV that we can't get on HULU.)
In the long run, it will probably be good that EH has limited opportunities to watch TV. And although in many ways our TV watching experiences just got more complicated - HULU? or online? or live? or what? - it's also simplified by having less viewing choices in general, in particular if we want to watch something live.
Now, the question is, what to watch!?!? I am so out of the fall-tv-lineup-loop these days! Any favorite shows that you can recommend?
I Think It's Over
I think that "the hardest part" might finally be over (knock on
wood.) In fact, I've been thinking this for a few weeks, but didn't want
to say it out loud for fear of jinxing myself once again. But I think
it's finally time to admit it - EH is no longer in that fussy,
unpredictable newborn stage. He's an infant now.
The change started sometime around his 10th week of life. It was around then that he and I finally started to understand each other. I could tell when he needed a nap, knew when he needed to eat, and he knew when to throw out one of his charming smiles in my direction just when I needed it. He started sleeping longer at night. The non-stop crying periods finally stopped. I could elicit a smile out of him by talking to him the right way, and I even got him to make a sound that sounded a lot like "hiiiii." It was so cute.
DH is ecstatic about this change. While I accepted the challenges of those early weeks as being a normal part of a new mom on maternity leave, DH struggled with it, mostly - I think - because he wasn't around to understand EH and his chaotic schedule as well as I did. (Don't get me wrong, it sucked for me too. But I expected it to suck - I think DH was caught off guard by just how hard it was.) Of course, DH loved EH back then, but he loves him so much more now. He isn't shy about admitting just how much he disliked those early weeks, that "hardest part."
It's true - we enjoy him so much more now. He's such a good baby, and people notice that and say that to us all the time these days. We get sleep now, albeit not nearly as much as we (or at least I) used to, before baby. EH has fallen into a sleep schedule, and goes to sleep at night with hardly any fussing at all. I should use the term "night" lightly, since lately he's been asleep and out for the night sometime between 5 and 5:30 p.m. the past few nights. That means that on most days, I don't even get to see him in the evenings, because I don't get home until 5:30 on a good day, and even later on a bad one.
That's probably the hardest part of this whole transition back to work - now that he's finally at an age and point where we can really enjoy him, I'm no longer around to get that enjoyment. I see him for about 45 minutes to an hour in the middle of the night, usually around our 2:30 a.m. snack-time rendevous, and then again at 6:30 in the morning when I wake him up for the day and feed him. Then I pack him into the car at 7:10 a.m. and he's off to day care. The past couple of nights he's been sound asleep before 5:30 p.m., and some nights the only reason I get to see him was because I had to wake him up to take his antibiotic. Our time together lately is limited to less than 2 hours per day, and even that is mostly functional in nature - meal time.
Now that's he big enough to hug and snuggle with, I have no time for hugging and snuggling. In the middle of the night I'm anxious to get back to sleep, and in the morning I have to rush him out of the door as soon as he's done eating or else I'll be late for work. It's not really quality time at all, and I'm hoping that sooner rather than later he'll need just a little less sleep so that I can at least see him in the evenings. I know that the time change this past weekend really messed him up, since previously he was going to sleep between 6 and 6:30 p.m. and now it's 5 or 5:30 p.m. But the crazy thing is, he still sleeps until about 2:30 a.m. (almost 9 hours straight!) and then sleeps again until 6:30 a.m. when WE have to wake him up!!! Who knows how long he'd sleep if we let him go as long as he wanted (we haven't been able to test that yet because we've been away every weekend since I went back to work.)
So its sad, this "not being able to see" him part. After spending every single minute of every single day with him for so long, caring for him, and loving him, I think I'm going through baby withdrawal. A lot of mom's have talked about their going back to work as a "break" of sorts for them, finally free of having to worry about their little one all day long. But not me. Work is still just work and not much has changed but my baby is growing and changing every single day. My fear that he was going to "grow up without me?" It's happening. Because of course that's what happens - or at least that's what it feels like is happening - when you rarely get to see your little one.
So the "hardest part?" Well, even though the challenge of having a brand spanking new baby is over - and don't get me wrong, I am sooo thanful for that! - the hardest part now is finding (or making) time to spend with him. Playing with him. Watching him grow and trying to take a minute to document it all (I haven't taken a picture of him with our new camera in weeks!) Yep, that's the hardest part now - and it's really not bad at all.
The change started sometime around his 10th week of life. It was around then that he and I finally started to understand each other. I could tell when he needed a nap, knew when he needed to eat, and he knew when to throw out one of his charming smiles in my direction just when I needed it. He started sleeping longer at night. The non-stop crying periods finally stopped. I could elicit a smile out of him by talking to him the right way, and I even got him to make a sound that sounded a lot like "hiiiii." It was so cute.
DH is ecstatic about this change. While I accepted the challenges of those early weeks as being a normal part of a new mom on maternity leave, DH struggled with it, mostly - I think - because he wasn't around to understand EH and his chaotic schedule as well as I did. (Don't get me wrong, it sucked for me too. But I expected it to suck - I think DH was caught off guard by just how hard it was.) Of course, DH loved EH back then, but he loves him so much more now. He isn't shy about admitting just how much he disliked those early weeks, that "hardest part."
It's true - we enjoy him so much more now. He's such a good baby, and people notice that and say that to us all the time these days. We get sleep now, albeit not nearly as much as we (or at least I) used to, before baby. EH has fallen into a sleep schedule, and goes to sleep at night with hardly any fussing at all. I should use the term "night" lightly, since lately he's been asleep and out for the night sometime between 5 and 5:30 p.m. the past few nights. That means that on most days, I don't even get to see him in the evenings, because I don't get home until 5:30 on a good day, and even later on a bad one.
That's probably the hardest part of this whole transition back to work - now that he's finally at an age and point where we can really enjoy him, I'm no longer around to get that enjoyment. I see him for about 45 minutes to an hour in the middle of the night, usually around our 2:30 a.m. snack-time rendevous, and then again at 6:30 in the morning when I wake him up for the day and feed him. Then I pack him into the car at 7:10 a.m. and he's off to day care. The past couple of nights he's been sound asleep before 5:30 p.m., and some nights the only reason I get to see him was because I had to wake him up to take his antibiotic. Our time together lately is limited to less than 2 hours per day, and even that is mostly functional in nature - meal time.
Now that's he big enough to hug and snuggle with, I have no time for hugging and snuggling. In the middle of the night I'm anxious to get back to sleep, and in the morning I have to rush him out of the door as soon as he's done eating or else I'll be late for work. It's not really quality time at all, and I'm hoping that sooner rather than later he'll need just a little less sleep so that I can at least see him in the evenings. I know that the time change this past weekend really messed him up, since previously he was going to sleep between 6 and 6:30 p.m. and now it's 5 or 5:30 p.m. But the crazy thing is, he still sleeps until about 2:30 a.m. (almost 9 hours straight!) and then sleeps again until 6:30 a.m. when WE have to wake him up!!! Who knows how long he'd sleep if we let him go as long as he wanted (we haven't been able to test that yet because we've been away every weekend since I went back to work.)
So its sad, this "not being able to see" him part. After spending every single minute of every single day with him for so long, caring for him, and loving him, I think I'm going through baby withdrawal. A lot of mom's have talked about their going back to work as a "break" of sorts for them, finally free of having to worry about their little one all day long. But not me. Work is still just work and not much has changed but my baby is growing and changing every single day. My fear that he was going to "grow up without me?" It's happening. Because of course that's what happens - or at least that's what it feels like is happening - when you rarely get to see your little one.
So the "hardest part?" Well, even though the challenge of having a brand spanking new baby is over - and don't get me wrong, I am sooo thanful for that! - the hardest part now is finding (or making) time to spend with him. Playing with him. Watching him grow and trying to take a minute to document it all (I haven't taken a picture of him with our new camera in weeks!) Yep, that's the hardest part now - and it's really not bad at all.
ELEVEN HOURS!!!
In honor of three-month birthday, on 11/11/11, EH decided to give us with ELEVEN HOURS (11!) of sleep last night. That is unprecedented.
Did he sleep that long because he didn't really nap at day care yesterday and so he was completely exhausted? Did he sleep that long because that's just what he's going to do now?? Or did he sleep that long because he's been so sick and is medicated and thus possibly more drowsy than usual?
I'm not sure that there's a way for me to know, except to see if things continue like this after he's no longer sick and medicated, or to see if he sleeps that long after a day of decent napping. In any case, DH and I were thrilled that he slept that long and hope he keeps it up.
Of course, please know that him getting 11 hours of sleep does NOT mean that I got much more. In fact, I still probably only got about 6 hours, which is normal for me in a night. Why? Well first of all I did not go to bed until shortly after 9 p.m. Then, because of his cold, EH coughed a lot all night long and every time he coughed the monitor picked it up. (His coughs did not seem to wake him up, thought.) The monitor receiver sits next to my bed on the nightstand so every time he coughed I woke up. These coughs are also the only reason that I didn't panic when I realized how long he had slept - otherwise I might have been worried that he had stopped breathing or something like that! Finally, I did not get much sleep because, well... I'm still breastfeeding (I promise that I have an update to that whole process that I will post soon, but things keep changing so rapidly that I've been holding off on publishing it until there's some sort of consistency) and so by 4 a.m. (when I woke up from one of his coughs), it had been 10 hours since I had last fed him and I had painful clogs and engorgement. People say that your body is supposed to adjust to your baby's sleep schedule when he starts sleeping through the night. My body says, "HA! Adjust!??! Hell no!!" It hates me, this body of mine, but I'm not giving up - we're going to friends if it's the last thing I do.
In the meantime, I'm just going to enjoy every single night that he sleeps so well. I've been reading Facebook updates from friends who saying things like "Baby boy is sick and he only slept 45 minutes last night." I'm sure that will be me at some point, but for now, I'm pretty sure that we might have the perfect baby. Two months ago I would have never believe it if you told me I'd be saying that now.
My oh my, how things have changed....
Did he sleep that long because he didn't really nap at day care yesterday and so he was completely exhausted? Did he sleep that long because that's just what he's going to do now?? Or did he sleep that long because he's been so sick and is medicated and thus possibly more drowsy than usual?
I'm not sure that there's a way for me to know, except to see if things continue like this after he's no longer sick and medicated, or to see if he sleeps that long after a day of decent napping. In any case, DH and I were thrilled that he slept that long and hope he keeps it up.
Of course, please know that him getting 11 hours of sleep does NOT mean that I got much more. In fact, I still probably only got about 6 hours, which is normal for me in a night. Why? Well first of all I did not go to bed until shortly after 9 p.m. Then, because of his cold, EH coughed a lot all night long and every time he coughed the monitor picked it up. (His coughs did not seem to wake him up, thought.) The monitor receiver sits next to my bed on the nightstand so every time he coughed I woke up. These coughs are also the only reason that I didn't panic when I realized how long he had slept - otherwise I might have been worried that he had stopped breathing or something like that! Finally, I did not get much sleep because, well... I'm still breastfeeding (I promise that I have an update to that whole process that I will post soon, but things keep changing so rapidly that I've been holding off on publishing it until there's some sort of consistency) and so by 4 a.m. (when I woke up from one of his coughs), it had been 10 hours since I had last fed him and I had painful clogs and engorgement. People say that your body is supposed to adjust to your baby's sleep schedule when he starts sleeping through the night. My body says, "HA! Adjust!??! Hell no!!" It hates me, this body of mine, but I'm not giving up - we're going to friends if it's the last thing I do.
In the meantime, I'm just going to enjoy every single night that he sleeps so well. I've been reading Facebook updates from friends who saying things like "Baby boy is sick and he only slept 45 minutes last night." I'm sure that will be me at some point, but for now, I'm pretty sure that we might have the perfect baby. Two months ago I would have never believe it if you told me I'd be saying that now.
My oh my, how things have changed....
My New Life
Life continues to be non-stop busy, even more so now that I am back at work. After only four full days at work last week I had to leave early yesterday when day care called to say that Evan was running a fever (he has a cold AND an ear infection) and then take off a day today to attend my aunts funeral. The saying is true - when it rains it pours. I have a feeling that will be true even more than ever with a baby.
Here's what's new:
1. I'm losing my hair in large quantities. I thought this usually happened right after your baby was born, but apparently for me it happens around the three month mark.
2. We traveled to Philadelphia last weekend for a wedding and we're going to Baltimore this weekend for early Thanksgiving. Traveling with a baby is more challenging than I could have ever remembered.
3. I'm still sad about sending EH off to day care, especially after he got a cold and ear infection after only two days there. Maybe I should consider that health spending account after all.
4. EH is shaping up to be a really good baby. Everyone at the funeral was impressed with how good and quiet he was being.
So, life is good, just busier than ever. My blogging time is spent washing bottles and giving baths. I want to get back to it soon, but I don't know where I'm going to find the time.
What's nice is that I have so much cuteness and love in my life. It doesn't make it easier but it does make me happy in the meantime.
A Boy and His Dog
During my first bridal shower, my sister had everyone write something down on an "advice" card. One of the advice givers said, "Don't forget Murphy - he still needs love too!"
At the time I thought, "Pshaw! How could we ever forget about Murphy!?!? He's our baby dog!" I truly believed that we would easily and effortlessly be able to give equal amounts of loving attention to both our baby and our dog.
But now I get it. I get why people say that your dog becomes "just a dog" after you have a baby. I get why people are worried or cautious when they bring a baby home from the hospital for the first time.
Murphy was used to being "top dog." He has been the sole object of our affection for the past 6 years. Then, all of a sudden there was this tiny little creature that needed way more attention than we ever thought possible.
We would lay EH on the floor for "tummy time" and Murphy thought that was play time. He would paw at our hands to get us to pet him, or bring his alien toy to us to throw. We tried to give him attention while helping him to understand that he could not treat the baby the same way that he treats us. He seemed to understand this from the very beginning and he never did anything to hurt EH. (In the picture above I assure you that he didn't scratch EH at all.)
Then there was the noise. One of the first nights that we had EH home we forgot to put Murphy in his crate at bedtime, so he had the run of the house, and was in fact closed out of our bedroom where he usually sleeps. When EH started crying in the middle of the night and the noise was amplified by the monitor in the living room, Murphy started barking at the monitor like a maniac. I'm pretty sure he thought that someone was breaking in. It was hilarious in one of those I'm-so-exhausted-everything-is-funny sort of ways.
Murph's jealous of EH was obvious from the beginning. He could not understand why we were laying out these soft fluffy blankets and pillows and telling him that he wasn't allowed to lay on them. At some point we relaxed a little on the refusal to let Murphy touch EH's things, as we realized that we were not going to be able to shelter him from dog fur forever. We draw the line at puppy kisses though. At least for right now.
The truth is, Murphy is struggling to find his place in this new family, where he is no longer the only creature vying for our affection. But he's finding his place. He understands that EH is here to stay, and he's gradually showing some interest in him, usually in his oh-so-dog way of sniffing EH's butt. Seriously.
He is drawn to all things that belong to EH - his boppy pillow, his burp cloths, his blankets - and it's almost as if he things that if he spends more time around EH's things then maybe we'll spend more time with him. As life with a newborn becomes life with a three-month-old and things are finally starting to calm down, we are finding that we have more time to spend with Murphy and even though it's usually more stressful than it's worth, we've started taking him on our walks again. (We stopped taking him for awhile because he's so mean when he sees other dogs that he was an embarrassment.)
One thing hasn't changed though, and that's that Murphy is still an amazingly good dog. I'm so grateful that we never had to be worried about him accidentally doing something to EH - we were cautious, but never worried. It's as if he sensed that this new little being was something that needed to be treated with care and caution, and even though he's definitely jealous, he's jealous in a mostly gentle, respectful way.
These first couple of months with EH were soooo hard, but I'm finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I absolutely love and adore every single member of our little family of four, and I can't wait to see where we go from here.
At the time I thought, "Pshaw! How could we ever forget about Murphy!?!? He's our baby dog!" I truly believed that we would easily and effortlessly be able to give equal amounts of loving attention to both our baby and our dog.
But now I get it. I get why people say that your dog becomes "just a dog" after you have a baby. I get why people are worried or cautious when they bring a baby home from the hospital for the first time.
Murphy was used to being "top dog." He has been the sole object of our affection for the past 6 years. Then, all of a sudden there was this tiny little creature that needed way more attention than we ever thought possible.
We would lay EH on the floor for "tummy time" and Murphy thought that was play time. He would paw at our hands to get us to pet him, or bring his alien toy to us to throw. We tried to give him attention while helping him to understand that he could not treat the baby the same way that he treats us. He seemed to understand this from the very beginning and he never did anything to hurt EH. (In the picture above I assure you that he didn't scratch EH at all.)
Then there was the noise. One of the first nights that we had EH home we forgot to put Murphy in his crate at bedtime, so he had the run of the house, and was in fact closed out of our bedroom where he usually sleeps. When EH started crying in the middle of the night and the noise was amplified by the monitor in the living room, Murphy started barking at the monitor like a maniac. I'm pretty sure he thought that someone was breaking in. It was hilarious in one of those I'm-so-exhausted-everything-is-funny sort of ways.
Murph's jealous of EH was obvious from the beginning. He could not understand why we were laying out these soft fluffy blankets and pillows and telling him that he wasn't allowed to lay on them. At some point we relaxed a little on the refusal to let Murphy touch EH's things, as we realized that we were not going to be able to shelter him from dog fur forever. We draw the line at puppy kisses though. At least for right now.
The truth is, Murphy is struggling to find his place in this new family, where he is no longer the only creature vying for our affection. But he's finding his place. He understands that EH is here to stay, and he's gradually showing some interest in him, usually in his oh-so-dog way of sniffing EH's butt. Seriously.
He is drawn to all things that belong to EH - his boppy pillow, his burp cloths, his blankets - and it's almost as if he things that if he spends more time around EH's things then maybe we'll spend more time with him. As life with a newborn becomes life with a three-month-old and things are finally starting to calm down, we are finding that we have more time to spend with Murphy and even though it's usually more stressful than it's worth, we've started taking him on our walks again. (We stopped taking him for awhile because he's so mean when he sees other dogs that he was an embarrassment.)
One thing hasn't changed though, and that's that Murphy is still an amazingly good dog. I'm so grateful that we never had to be worried about him accidentally doing something to EH - we were cautious, but never worried. It's as if he sensed that this new little being was something that needed to be treated with care and caution, and even though he's definitely jealous, he's jealous in a mostly gentle, respectful way.
These first couple of months with EH were soooo hard, but I'm finally starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I absolutely love and adore every single member of our little family of four, and I can't wait to see where we go from here.
Day Care - Day 1
Well, we made it. I returned to work and EH spent his first full day at day care. We both survived and although I think I'll always be just a little bit sad about leaving him, I'm not as nervous as I was about it before.
Drop off was uneventful. I was hoping he'd fall asleep in the car ride on the way there, but he didn't. He was probably so confused as to why mommy woke him up so early and then shoved him in the car.
He was the third baby there, and the other two babies were still asleep in their car seats. The room was eerily quiet, considering that every other time I had been there there were kids playing and yelling and crying.
I put him in a swing, one of the ones that goes side to side, and he seems to enjoy that. (Of course the swing we bought him doesn't do that. Oh well.) I got him settled, we made eye contact and told him that I loved him. Then I said goodbye and left. I didn't cry, although I had a lump in my throat that I couldn't swallow and a sick feeling in my stomach. But when I got to work and one of my co-workers gave me a hug and asked me how things went this morning I broke down and the tears flowed. Oh well, it was bound to happen.
I called the day care around 2 p.m. to check on him and they said that he was doing great. I'm not sure whether or not they would really tell me if he was crying all day or not, so I'll just have to believe that he was great.
DH picked him up around 4:15. EH was just finishing a bottle. He picked up his daily report card and packed up the baby. According to the card, EH took 4 naps during the day, one for an hour and a half and the rest for about 45 minutes. Not nearly as much napping as he was getting when he was at home with me, but way more than I expected him to get this first day, so I'm happy with that. It seems like they're putting him down for naps right after bottles, which is the opposite of the feed/wake/sleep schedule that we were trying to get him on here, but honestly if that gets him to take naps then I'm not going to complain. A well rested happy baby is way more important than a baby on a strict schedule.
When DH got home he took EH for a walk, and EH took another short nap during that time. It was nice because when I got home, they were sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for me, and EH was awake and smiling. It made me smile. I got home earlier than I normally will - around 5:25 - and so I got to spend some nice time with him and cooked dinner while he was still awake. Of course, by 6:10 p.m. he was fussing and ready for his nighttime bottle, so I fed him and he was in bed by 6:45, but at least I got to spend a little quality time with him.
After he was in bed DH did dishes and I made bottles, got our lunches ready for tomorrow, and made sure that my clothes and EH's clothes were ready to go. And now all of a sudden the night is already over. I feel like I had almost no time at home this evening (and I even got home early!) and I suppose this is how it's always going to go from now on. Some nights if I get stuck in traffic I may not even get to see him at all, especially if he's ready for bed by 6:10 again.
But I just have to remember that he's still going to love me even if he doesn't seem me for one night. We'll still get our snuggle time in the morning and in the middle of the night. And it will just mean that I'll have to make the most of our time together on the weekends. Being a working mom isn't going to be easy, but now at least I'm pretty sure we can get through it.
Drop off was uneventful. I was hoping he'd fall asleep in the car ride on the way there, but he didn't. He was probably so confused as to why mommy woke him up so early and then shoved him in the car.
He was the third baby there, and the other two babies were still asleep in their car seats. The room was eerily quiet, considering that every other time I had been there there were kids playing and yelling and crying.
I put him in a swing, one of the ones that goes side to side, and he seems to enjoy that. (Of course the swing we bought him doesn't do that. Oh well.) I got him settled, we made eye contact and told him that I loved him. Then I said goodbye and left. I didn't cry, although I had a lump in my throat that I couldn't swallow and a sick feeling in my stomach. But when I got to work and one of my co-workers gave me a hug and asked me how things went this morning I broke down and the tears flowed. Oh well, it was bound to happen.
I called the day care around 2 p.m. to check on him and they said that he was doing great. I'm not sure whether or not they would really tell me if he was crying all day or not, so I'll just have to believe that he was great.
DH picked him up around 4:15. EH was just finishing a bottle. He picked up his daily report card and packed up the baby. According to the card, EH took 4 naps during the day, one for an hour and a half and the rest for about 45 minutes. Not nearly as much napping as he was getting when he was at home with me, but way more than I expected him to get this first day, so I'm happy with that. It seems like they're putting him down for naps right after bottles, which is the opposite of the feed/wake/sleep schedule that we were trying to get him on here, but honestly if that gets him to take naps then I'm not going to complain. A well rested happy baby is way more important than a baby on a strict schedule.
When DH got home he took EH for a walk, and EH took another short nap during that time. It was nice because when I got home, they were sitting at the top of the stairs waiting for me, and EH was awake and smiling. It made me smile. I got home earlier than I normally will - around 5:25 - and so I got to spend some nice time with him and cooked dinner while he was still awake. Of course, by 6:10 p.m. he was fussing and ready for his nighttime bottle, so I fed him and he was in bed by 6:45, but at least I got to spend a little quality time with him.
After he was in bed DH did dishes and I made bottles, got our lunches ready for tomorrow, and made sure that my clothes and EH's clothes were ready to go. And now all of a sudden the night is already over. I feel like I had almost no time at home this evening (and I even got home early!) and I suppose this is how it's always going to go from now on. Some nights if I get stuck in traffic I may not even get to see him at all, especially if he's ready for bed by 6:10 again.
But I just have to remember that he's still going to love me even if he doesn't seem me for one night. We'll still get our snuggle time in the morning and in the middle of the night. And it will just mean that I'll have to make the most of our time together on the weekends. Being a working mom isn't going to be easy, but now at least I'm pretty sure we can get through it.
EH's First Halloween
EH's first Halloween ended up being mostly anticlimactic. We dressed him up, got him in his car seat, all ready to go. And then we stepped outside and noticed it was raining. It was just a light rain - a drizzle really - but considering that we were just going to walk around with him and watch the other kids trick or treat, it didn't make a lot of sense to do that in the rain. Plus, I'm pretty sure that EH has his first cold, as he's been coughing and sneezing and snorting up a storm during the last 24 hours or so, and cold weather weather probably wouldn't help that.
Most new babies his age are usually dressed as pumpkins. Pumpkins are easy, bright, festive costumes that work well for the holiday. And considering that newborns can move around about as much as a pumpkin can, it makes a lot of sense.
We decided to go a different route - the football. I'm the quarterback. Pretty cute, right?
So I feel bad that we got him all dressed up and then just sat around at home, but he didn't seem to mind, and he was a good sport about the whole thing. (HA!)
Hope everyone had a happy Halloween!
Most new babies his age are usually dressed as pumpkins. Pumpkins are easy, bright, festive costumes that work well for the holiday. And considering that newborns can move around about as much as a pumpkin can, it makes a lot of sense.
We decided to go a different route - the football. I'm the quarterback. Pretty cute, right?
So I feel bad that we got him all dressed up and then just sat around at home, but he didn't seem to mind, and he was a good sport about the whole thing. (HA!)
Hope everyone had a happy Halloween!
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