Time is flying by at the moment, Elroy was two months old yesterday,
my birthday has come and gone and so has mothers day, it feels like
winter has arrived and we are slowly settling into a routine (as much as
is possible).
I plan far more now than I ever used to,
even dinners for the week, make lots of lists and there is definitely a
lot more strategy involved when leaving the house. This has been
interesting and perhaps a bit of a challenge for me, I have always liked
certainty and structure, but with a degree of personal freedom and whim
thrown in. None of those things fit terribly well with a baby, although
I must say I think we are lucky with Elroy as he seems to be a happy,
chatty baby most of the time (he's particularly chatty for his night
feed, so much so he has been given the nickname Alan Carr), and sleeps
well at night. Everyday I feel more connected with him and am already a
little nostalgic for his early days, when I think I felt so overwhelmed
to fully make the most of it. I keep writing little lists of things
about him, and what he does, because I know I will forget these things
over time.
I find the amount of time spent sitting down
breastfeeding frustrating (I always think of things to do during this
time), but in reality I probably used to do it a lot anyway on the
internet on my phone or ipad. Plus Elroy looks so sweet when he has what
we call his milky coma, and is growing so well, so I can never resent
that time. I have started watching tv on a regular basis (never during
the day but I do quite enjoy Gilmore Girls at 5:30pm), and my sweet
tooth is bad. The house is in relatively good shape, mostly thanks to
Matt who has been really so amazing and supportive.
Jerry,
our dog, has become the third parent and loves Elroy very much. He
shakes with anxiety when Elroy really cries, and gives me such a
concerned look, goes into his room to check on him when he sleeps and
insists on coming with us when we give the bassinet a roll for settling.
Sometimes this is very sweet and sometimes I wish he would just go
outside and play!
1 comment:
I miss that breast feeding time...i love bed that sense of having to stop and still and just be there
And I'm love bing Gilmore girls too (and so are my girls)
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