Some celebrate today’s heart-worthy, red and pink-filled holiday of LOVE – we here at be, mama. be celebrate the 7-month birthday of the little man with the favorite recap of the last month’s journey. You’re welcome.
Current nicknames: Cancan, bubs, baby, chunk, little man.
Weight & length: more than (last month’s) weight of 16 lbs, 10 oz & length of 26 inches long, but truthfully, I have no clue where the measuring tape is hiding, and I don’t feel like both doing math and stepping on the scale this morning to figure out his weight.
Sleep story: Things were getting pretty rough there with the combination of teething pain + just having traveled + the general woes of being a little person, but they seem to have subsided for a bit meaning we both get SLEEP! We have figured out – much to the HBH’s chagrin – that if Cancan does wake up in the middle of the night, and Daddy goes in to check on him, often a quick pop-the-paci-back-into-his-mouth move does the trick. Meanwhile, if Mama steps in for said 2:35 AM cry, he quickly moves to a gut-wrenching MILK, MILK, MILK 5-alarm scream, and hang out time commences for the next hour and a half. Hats off to you all you single parents out there – wowzas.
Poop story fact: it happens, a lot. It happens, a lot, after anything over a 20 minute car ride. It happens, a lot, in the teeny tiny hipster bathrooms of San Francisco restaurants that don’t believe in real, live changing tables. I find that I could write a story of such poo woes EVERY SINGLE DAY, but as to save some readership, I try and limit it to a weekly basis. (Click here to read last week’s episode of poop and grace).
Baby Daddy story: Baby Daddy has taken to doing a home work out in the morning before leaving for work; generally, this means that Cancan then gets plopped down in the bouncer where to his absolute and utter delight, he’s entertained as the HBH dances and jump ropes and does his high-knees like there’s no tomorrow, sweat dripping down his face.
Feeling: in a word? Healthy. Healthier. Take your pick and add “so, so much” in front of it.
Musing over: how funny it is that I feared that staying home to take care of the baby and write a wee bit here and there would mean utter loneliness, and an end to this social butterfly’s life as we know it. I guess I’m daily debunking my own myths.
Learning: that if mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. [But really, I’m realizing how my own un-health this past fall had a negative effect not only on my own psyche, but also on my two favorite men – and, I desire health all-around. Welcome to this new year, new goals, news desires, a new being.]
Reading: Daring Greatly; a bunch of reads for my current Anglican Theology class; One Day; Beautiful Ruins; The True Story of the Whole World, Les Mes (which I am now 14% of the way through – at this point I’ll finish in a year).
Read in the last month: TORN – if you’re at all interested in bridging the gap between the LGBT community and the church, please, please pick this up.
What are YOU reading? What do you recommend?
Anticipating: boundaries. being. more writing. book writing. mmm.
Love to all.0