Lest you think I’m going to bust out my 10th grade math skills and celebrate the good ol’ 3.14 today, that unfortunately – or, fortunately, for those of you who have had the good fortune to witness my not-so-slick mathematical ways – is far from happening. Instead, Month 8 of the little man’s life is upon us, and so without further adieu, I present this month’s edition of The Canon Chronicles…
Current nicknames: Cancan, bubs, baby, little man.
Weight & length: 19-20 pounds – we weighed him a couple weeks’ ago to determine diaper size, but true to form, I’m not a fan of stepping on the scale (and then computing the numbers – see above paragraph). Length: it’s hard enough trying to change the diaper these days, let alone line Bubs up next to a measuring tape. How do those Peds nurses do it?
Sleep story: Would you rather have a super grouchy, naps for 40 minutes the whole day long baby, who then sleeps for 13 hours that night, OR a regular napper, regular sleeper of a merry, chipper and bright baby? I’ll take the latter. And yesterday was the former. OUCH. [On a serious note, I’m trying my hardest to get the kid on a consistent nap schedule, but it’s hard work! I’m grateful for friends who teach me what it means to respond and live out grace-grace-grace, and a husband who reminds me not to be so hard on myself – and then picks up the pieces and takes care of dinner. What other response is there?]
Poop story: Bananas – God bless ’em. In other news, picture the aforementioned squirmy baby with one doozy of a blow-out. Picture said baby gleefully performing his best tricks thus far while on the changing table, turning over again and again, and then sitting up and sticking his fingers in the poo-mess that now covers the diaper, his clothes, and his backside from calf muscles to neck. Now imagine the little angel discovering that he has feet (!), so with sticky little bowel-covered fingers, flipping over yet again, grabbing his toes and laughing with complete and utter delight. My Life in Poop. The End. By Cara Meredith.
Baby Daddy story: There’s nothing – nothing – like seeing Cancan’s face light up when his daddy walks through the door at the end of a day. And without skipping a beat, the HBH is on, sitting on the floor playing with him, throwing him up in the air, changing diapers, taking pictures, having conversations – “Da da da da da da?” “Dadadada. Da.” over and over again.
Feeling: truthfully, I’ve experienced my first moments of isolation and loneliness this past week; Canon picked up another little Snuffaluffagus cold, which, just like us big humans, means that he needs the time and space to rest and heal. In his own bed, and apart from the snazzy Mom My Ride life I want to have. So that meant canceling and saying no to socialization time, and instead just being at home. I know that it’s a GOOD thing – even for an ENFP like myself – and really the BEST thing for his little body, but it didn’t take away the feelings of being alone. [Side thought: I want to relish in the gift of down time, and of being alone, in this particular time; I know that it’s not forever, so I’m attempting to let myself feel what I need to feel, while not drowning my sorrows in self-pity. Your thoughts?]
Musing over: how healing it is knowing that you’re not alone (see above paragraph).
Learning: not to be so hard on myself.
Reading: Daring Greatly (Brown); Rowan Williams; Les Mes (update: 24% of the way thru); One Thousand White Women (Fergus – fabulous historical fiction read); One Thousand Gifts (Vos Kamp – I’m gratefully, delightfully reading it for the second time). Excited to start (the advanced reader copy of) Bread & Wine (Niequest), and Momma Zen (Miller) just as soon as this last Fuller paper is done!
Read in the last month: 7 (Hatfield). 50 Shades of Grey (James). If you know anything about either of these books, seeing those two next to each other is laughable, to say the least.
(What are YOU reading? What do you recommend?)
Anticipating: an epic month of celebrating the HBH’s 45th birthday, my 3&%$^%&th birthday, and a finished Masters of Theology degree!
Love to all.0