Life’s been a little crazy lately. Work + baby + school + being a wifey (+ daylight savings + travel with said beautiful baby) – well, life’s got my goat. [Is that the phrase I’m looking for here?] Even little things, like posting a blog or two, I’d love to do more than once a month instead of feeling like I’m constantly a contestant on Survivor: San Francisco. But instead, I take a big spoonful of grace and heap it on myself, over and over again. Are you in need of heaps of grace today? You can have some of mine – it’s straight from Jesus. Grace, grace, grace.
But onto the kid. Canon woke up this morning, first at 3.45 and then at 8.15; and as per the latter, he laid there, stirring and smiling and cooing in his crib for awhile. Then the Hey, yo mama! squawks started to come my way, letting me know that not only was he hungry, but did I know that he’d just woken up and turned the big 4 months already? It’s for reals. Little man is growing up right before my very eyes.
Okay, one more:
Current nicknames: Can-can (plus everything else I’m calling him in this post. Pretend like you’re playing Where’s Waldo in the blogosphere and see if you can find them all!)
Weight & length: His four month appointment is tomorrow, but I’d venture a guess that he’s now in the 14-15 pound range and length-wise growing like a weed!
Sleep story: My “I say with confidence” story has quickly been debunked by daylight savings and Nashville travels this past weekend. I can now say with confidence that our little bugger loves to wake up and squawk and want to feed in the 3 am hour. I can also say with confidence that “fall back” is not what it used to be in the glory days of single hood, and that time changes from here to TN do not promote babies continuing to sleep through the night. So next time I decide to “say with confidence” feel free to chuckle a little in my general direction.
Poop story: It happens, a lot. Personally, my favorite is when friends with babies come over and we find ourselves conversing over a nice Cabernet at the dinner table about our baby’s daily bowel movements. Seconds, anyone?
Baby Daddy story: Baby Daddy is the greatest pinch hitter ever. My favorite was watching him make the rounds on the airplane this past weekend – the man is so, so proud of his son. Although he said he was just going to walk up and down the aisles, I know he wanted to show off that little bundle of love in his arms. This, this is my son. Do you know how great he is? Do you see how he smiles and makes eye contact and loves flirting with the flight attendants? Yup, he’s all mine and I love him so.
Feeling: yup, stretched.
Musing over: decisions.
(Re)Learning: to listen to and follow my heart.
Reading: K. I just finished reading Gone Girl via Audible, and people I’m telling you, this book is AWESOME. It’s been the greatest of listening pleasures, be it driving down the road or at 3.46 in the morning. Read it. [Yes, I’m reading other books, but this one, this one is the bee’s knee’s.]
Anticipating: Cooking Thanksgiving dinner with the cousins for 17 adults + 3 littles. I’ve got mashed potatoes, appetizers (one of which will be a healthy platter or two of deviled eggs) and rolls. What are your favorite recipes for these three foods?
And just to tickle your Canon-buds, here’s one last pic of our little buddy: