Can you even believe I had planned on posting three times last week? I so silly. HA. I seem to have momentarily forgotten about the whole I-have-a-baby-now thing.
I’ve been busy trying to map out Miss C’s schedule, not to be confused with forcing her into a schedule. That would be the most fruitless endeavor I can come up with right now, on par with trying to chop down a tree with a herring. No, I’ve basically just been writing down every single thing she’s been doing and at what time, like when she goes to the bathroom, eats, and sleeps. At some point I will analyze all my data and make some graphs or something. I’m not entirely sure why exactly I’m collecting all this data. Maybe if she grows up to be a CPA or something else number-crunchery, she will appreciate the pie graphs in her baby book detailing her bowel movements. I don’t know.
But based on my overall energy level and lack of desire to cry whenever she does, I’d say things are going amazingly well. Dare I say I’m getting the hang of having an infant? Knock on wood.
She’s a pretty freaking awesome infant, to be sure. The only time she really goes into crisis-mode crying is when she is gassy, and even then she’s developed quite a virile colon that will deal with any discomfort she’s in posthaste. (I have been wanting to say “posthaste” for awhile.)
I am amazed at how I had taken for granted that we enter the world knowing nothing whatsoever. It is deliciously delightful to see Miss C observe the world for the first time. Yesterday, I parked her in her little rock n’ play thing next to the tub while I took a bath and she smiled and cooed at a bottle of Pantene and a green loofah for no less than 15 minutes. She is beyond fascinated with the paintings we have on our walls and she ADORES being on her changing table. She can be wailing, and we’ll just put her on her changing table, even if she’s not dirty, and immediately she’s happy and smiling. I will have to ask her what was so great about that when she can talk.
I am 100% sure I am jinxing myself by saying this, but she is actually beginning to *kind of* sleep like a normal person. The last few nights, she’s been out like a lamp no later than 10PM, and then she will occasionally sleep until 5 or 6AM, with only one quick midnight feed and diaper change. As much as I enjoy watching Shee-Ra at 2AM, I’d rather be sleeping.
If Karma is listening, I was just kidding. She sleeps horribly. I am so crabby from lack of sleep. Grrr.
In the past couple weeks, I have also discovered that the grossness of being projectile spat-upon is only matched in the hilarity of seeing one’s spouse being projectile spat upon. The other day I was reading in the bedroom when B yelled from the other room, “Help. NOW.” I came in the living room and both he and C were covered, I tell you, covered in spittup. I laughed like the apparent nine-year-old boy I am.
So things are really, really good. I’ll leave you with some pics from the last month.
Oh, AND the promise of an upcoming post about someone walking into a plate glass window. I’m really excited about it, if you couldn’t tell.