My friend Ceej interrupted our staff meeting at approximately 12:11:47 pm yesterday with the news that 12:12:12 was about to happen in 25 seconds or so. Silly CJ, we all said, while secretly excited for the break in announcements to celebrate that 1 second – or 1 minute, however you look at it – of history in the making. But really people, does that even begin to top 12-14-12 that’s soon happening in 3 hours and 38 minutes, thus topping the obviously hoop-lah of Canon’s five month birthday?
I think not. Happy five months, baby boy.
Current nicknames: Cancan, bubs, bubba, baby…
Weight & length: He was just over 14 pounds a month ago, so I’m thinking he’s close to 15 now! As per length, that I do not remember, nor am I going to try and measure the squirmy little bugger.
Sleep story: Why is it that I’m even more tired when he actually FULLY sleeps through the night than when he wakes up at 12.30, 3.30 & 6.30 (as he did earlier this week)? My body’s playing tricks on me… Sleep story #2: we tried and miserably failed at sleep training – but let’s be honest: he HAD slept through the night before our little bout with sleep training, and he’s back to doing it again, well, all two nights in a row. I’m realizing that parenting is more and more all about what’s comfortable and right for you and your family.
Poop story: Did you know that babies can go up to a week and a half without taking a poo …and doctors think nothing of it? It’s totally normal. Ugh. Although Canon didn’t hit any world records, I must say that saving up a couple days’ worth of innards is not very pretty when it becomes out-ards. Hellooooooo blow-out.
Baby Daddy story: last Saturday Baby Daddy successfully took Cancan to the park for a play date with another dad (and his boy), and then took him to the grocery store by himself the next day. The latter, of course, attracted quite the conversations in the produce section; needless to say, the same doesn’t happen to me.
Feeling: at peace in the midst of heart-tensions.
Musing over: Christmas. Family. January. Resting. Maui. New directions. Writing. Hellos and good-byes. The cycle of life. Mourning and birth.
(Re)Learning: that I’m not superwoman, nor do I want to be.
Reading: Beautiful Ruins; Help, Thanks, Wow; The Nursing Mother’s Companion; The NIV Application Commentary (- oh that sermon prep!) And because it’s football season and Fuller is over for the quarter, I just finished Are You There, Vodka, It’s Me, Chelsea & 90 Minutes in Heaven. Seeing those two paired together is rather indicative of my taste in reading – although it’s all over the place, my mama says that makes me a more rounded individual. I’m going to just say yes to that advice.
Anticipating: January 1st.
And just to tickle your Canon-buds, here’s one last pic of US: