Should I turn the TV on again tonight? I dunno did it seem to disturb the baby’s sleep last night? I don’t remember. He’s been sleeping so badly lately that all the nights seem to bleed into each other. I don’t exactly remember if last night was particularly bad, but it surely can’t have been all that great either or I would remember it. So should I just turn it on? I guess. It does seem to keep you from freaking out totally when you wake up in the middle of the night from one of those horrendous nightmares. So that’s a yes then? Turn the TV on tonight? Yes, absolutely. Let’s do it.
Sadly, this was not, in fact, a conversation I had with my husband tonight. It was a conversation I just had with myself. And, yes, clearly I am asking myself my opinion because, erm, I don’t know. Apparently, I don’t already know it. Or something. Perhaps I’ve just done gone crazy.
Hurry. Please send help. I need Adult Conversation. And, apparently, my mommy.
My babies always smell so yummy. I’d like to think it’s their natural, breast-fed aroma, but it’s also because I have always used Johnson & Johnson lavender scented bash wash and baby lotion. I love that stuff. I’ve just always thought it added to Baby One’s delicious smelling neck and wasn’t covering up a rank scent. I’m starting to realize, however, that the Baby One has some pretty funky body odor.
The boys take a bath every other day. Unless something really dirty (like playing in the mud or sweaty soccer) happens, this seems to be the right schedule. Baby One generally sleeps in footie pajamas because I like to keep the A/C kinda low to snuggle into my covers. So, footie pajamas it is. But! He sweats! And, boy, does he really sweat. I usually have to change his jammies at least once each night because the poor kid is sopping wet. He doesn’t have any covers, no blankets, nothing. And! The sheets reek! I mean, EW. They have to be changed every other day, at least, or they start to get really rank.
Well, the sheets didn’t get changed this weekend and they didn’t get changed today. Just now, I was lying in bed, nursing, and I kept smelling something. I kept checking myself for any offensive flavors, but there were none to be found. On my body at least. The sheets, right below my sweet baby’s head, were ripe with the tang of some nastay B.O. My baby! My perfect, darling, delightful, little boy is stinky! I wonder if Johnson & Johnson makes Baby Deodorant because I think we need some.
3/365
The fact that Lego kits come with instruction manuals, so I can put these damn Lego cars together.
Sunset bike rides with the boys.
The smell of freshly washed hair.
Philosophy Amazing Grace fragrance. Because it’s always good to smell what you’d like to have (perhaps Eau de Patience, Double Tall Iced Caramel Machiatto or Chocolate Shake perfume to go along with this theme) (Also? What’s with all the food fragrances?).
Telephone conversations with my Beloved. We’re less likely to strangle one another if we get mad at each other because we can always just hang up the phone.
My Mac broke. I knew it was going to happen eventually, especially since getting the charger to work was a little bit of luck and some magic (and lots of switching plugs to find the one that had the right combination). I just wish it wasn’t going to happen when I need it most. Although at any given moment an argument could be made for that moment being the one in which I Need the Computer Most. Either way, I have a crappy Acer for just these moments and I’ve spent the last few days installing Twhirl and Thunderbird and all the other thousand applications that I use that are already installed on my Macbook Pro. Which I love. I love that stupid Macbook Pro. If I could figure out how to get a ring on its finger, I would marry it. And I’m really unhappy about this Acer. It. Just. Sucks. But who cares about such things?!
Things have been going remarkably well. For the most part, the children have been sleeping until 8 AM (Oh sweet Jesus, thank you for that), the Baby One is content to sit by himself while I serve the Older One dinner or help him with Legos, and there have been no major meltdowns (from either the children OR me). I’ve adjusted to this whole Parenting Alone thing pretty easily. Things have just been really busy. There’s really no time to take for myself and I pass out while putting the boys to bed. It’s pretty sad when the Older One nudges me awake to finish tucking him in at night. The part I really hate, the part I just can’t get used to, is the loneliness. I just miss his presence. Theres so many things I wish I could tell him, so much that I would tell him if he were here, but I can’t or I forget. There was actually something the Older One said today that was really funny, but I can’t remember it. Meh. Annoying.
Anyway, let us not focus on the fact that I have written nothing of substance here and instead look at this adorable picture of the Baby One.
Awww! So cute! And such a good sport to let me affix a bow to his head, even if it is blue. Onward, to my Grace in Small Things. . .
2/365
A package arriving in the mail.
Peaceful, restful, afternoon naps.
The smell of bathed and lotioned children. Yum
Sunkist!
Silky, crisp, clean sheets (that feel nice and cold).
I was avoiding posting this because it’s everywhere, but it’s so damn cute. Because I lack the time to post anything worthwhile today, here: Live TV by Ustream
I was the red-headed, step-child of young, Vietnamese immigrants. I was the valedictorian of my high school. I graduated with honors from Harvard. I am an astronaut. I live in a country home in the Big Apple with my live-in lover and our 7 children. For fun I like to build and fly model airplanes and go boating. This is my life... continued.
