August 18, 2010
make-believe nap time
Avery only takes two naps a day. Right now, she is lying in her crib for a make-believe 3rd nap. My video monitor shows her every move. So, even though she is not sleeping, and only playing with the blanket and making funny noises, I’m going to pretend she IS sleeping and not go get her for a while.
I don’t know where the summer went. Somehow, it snuck on by- probably somewhere between the going to the park, strolling around the neighborhood, and nursing Avery for the umpteenth time every day. Ever since not working outside of the house, and never really having to write the date down, I kinda forget what the day is, even the month. I know…I know—but when my days consist of almost the same routine in and out of a week, things are bound to reach a certain mundain-ness. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just strange. Today I thought to myself, “hmmm…is it August or September? Yes- it has to be August. I know July ended…but I’m not quite sure I remember August beginning. Oh, what the hell—who cares if I remember it or not. I’m quite certain it’s here. Or, did it just turn September?” I’ll leave it at that. To go on would just be embarrassing.
Our days are busy. And, my time is limited. So, here is the bulleted version of what my post was really going to be about:
1. The weather has been so hot lately. We ALL sleep in the same room with a portable AC unit.
2. The apples in our tree out back are getting so big and round and red.
3. Avery’s cheeks continue to get chubbier and chubbier.
4. I need to get my hair trimmed and layered and highlighted, and shampooed and looking healthier and looking new-er. This post-pregnancy pulling it back into a ponytail has got to stop.
5. Jonathan and I cherish the post-7pm-Avery’s-bedtime-hour where we watch movies, drink wine, and debrief our lives.
6. Avery is starting to put things together. This isn’t good. Smart-ness is not what you want in a 6-month old.
7. We are loving the amount of travel we’ve gotten to do this year. It’s tough with a baby, but so nice to get away so often.
8. Jonathan is an amazing husband and an amazing father. He just gets it. And, I’m so glad.
That’s all folks! It’s about that time…for the age old question of “what’s for dinner?” Besides, Avery’s make-believe nap was up about 7 minutes ago.
I don’t know where the summer went. Somehow, it snuck on by- probably somewhere between the going to the park, strolling around the neighborhood, and nursing Avery for the umpteenth time every day. Ever since not working outside of the house, and never really having to write the date down, I kinda forget what the day is, even the month. I know…I know—but when my days consist of almost the same routine in and out of a week, things are bound to reach a certain mundain-ness. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just strange. Today I thought to myself, “hmmm…is it August or September? Yes- it has to be August. I know July ended…but I’m not quite sure I remember August beginning. Oh, what the hell—who cares if I remember it or not. I’m quite certain it’s here. Or, did it just turn September?” I’ll leave it at that. To go on would just be embarrassing.
Our days are busy. And, my time is limited. So, here is the bulleted version of what my post was really going to be about:
1. The weather has been so hot lately. We ALL sleep in the same room with a portable AC unit.
2. The apples in our tree out back are getting so big and round and red.
3. Avery’s cheeks continue to get chubbier and chubbier.
4. I need to get my hair trimmed and layered and highlighted, and shampooed and looking healthier and looking new-er. This post-pregnancy pulling it back into a ponytail has got to stop.
5. Jonathan and I cherish the post-7pm-Avery’s-bedtime-hour where we watch movies, drink wine, and debrief our lives.
6. Avery is starting to put things together. This isn’t good. Smart-ness is not what you want in a 6-month old.
7. We are loving the amount of travel we’ve gotten to do this year. It’s tough with a baby, but so nice to get away so often.
8. Jonathan is an amazing husband and an amazing father. He just gets it. And, I’m so glad.
That’s all folks! It’s about that time…for the age old question of “what’s for dinner?” Besides, Avery’s make-believe nap was up about 7 minutes ago.
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