Things we’ve been getting done:
~Had my root canal. Ow.
~Pixy’s salon day yesterday. A much-needed cut and color, as I was scheduled a month ago but had to drop that appointment as it was so soon after the Minion’s arrival. I was so sick of my hair! Every waking moment that I stayed at home was immediate ponytail and gray fuzzy chops about my ears that resembled our nation’s forefathers. Hallelujah.
~I’ve been slowly re-assuming dinner preparation roles. Also doing laundry, although Knobby ends up finishing most of it out of impatience.
~In the beginning, as I’ve written before, we camped out in the upstairs. Mostly bedroom, with the nursery as a satellite for bottle prep and changing. Knobby went back to work and I stayed ensconced in the bedroom until the past few weeks when I’ve been widening the comfort zone. I’m finally comfortable enough to use the downstairs as it is intended, as a daytime space, so I’ve finally relocated the bottle prep station to the laundry workroom. It probably sounds silly, but that sort of slow adjustment was necessary because it all felt overwhelming. All the bottles downstairs feels more adult, more a pretense at having my act together.
~Knobby attacked some chores today. Burned boxes, and then dragged trash out of the woods. We’re not talking napkins or random Coke bottles, no . . . a very old dishwasher, a rusty wagon, pipes, plastic flower pots, what looks to be a . . . moped exhaust (?). There’s still a gigantic blue drum (the liquid sort, not band instrument) down there, but it will have to wait. Dragging the makeshift landfill out of those woods is no joke when it has to be done on a steep uphill battle. But looking out on it has bugged him for a very long time. So . . . major Knobby accomplishment!
~Knobby ordered a Boba 4G carrier for me, after interviewing a random motherstranger in Target a few weeks ago.
It doesn’t need a separate infant insert, and this motherstranger liked that it could carry her kindergarten age kid as well as her few month old. So far, I’ve been using it around the house, but it’s very comfortable . . . and, ok, I like the “Tweet” bird print. Ha. It’s great for getting some chores done around the house, but will be perfect for our walks to the mailbox once it gets a little warmer, or today, when I walked outside with Minion to check out all the trash Knobby had hauled up.
~I was washing bottles when Knobby asked what other chores he could accomplish. I was flabbergasted . . . and unprepared for a list! Next time, I’ll be more prepared. For now, I’ve had him pull my desk away from the wall that will be painted . . . and maybe if that doesn’t wear me out I’ll tackle the stair hall as well.
Weekends are so nice for accomplishments.
Minion had a pediatrician appointment this past week. First, she fussed that he was not gaining enough weight, although he was born at six pounds one ounce and was then up to six pounds ten ounces. The next appointment (the next week), she entered the room with a hearty “What are you feeding him, ROCKS???” as he weighed seven pounds and twelve ounces. This appointment, he weighed eight pounds, nine ounces, so we don’t have to see her for another month. Yay for that, but boo for Minion’s newfound double chins.
Knobby tends to get annoyed with me because I’ll let the Minion fuss for too long. I always thought that a fussy baby would stress me out. Such as . . . trying to change a diaper while he screamed and cried. I thought I’d panic and feel rushed to race to quieten him ASAP. But. INSTEAD, I find that the noise is blocked out. Sure, I still HEAR it, but it hasn’t once been a factor like “for the love of LouisVuitton, hurry up so the screaming stops!!!!!”. Huff away, little man, your mother is pinning. LOL. Things get done on my own time terms rather than his demands . . . and I’m relieved.
(So far, anyway.)