Tuesday, February 14, 2012

three nights of trying to write...

It's hard to get a whole post written in one sitting these days.


Here's Saturday's attempt...

Not a whole lot to report.  Our days go something like this: Wake up, nurse little baby, get the big baby up, change diapers... make breakfast, eat breakfast, clean up breakfast... nurse baby, play assorted sports and games and maybe sneak in a shower... make lunch, eat lunch, clean up lunch... more diaper changes... read books to big baby and put him down for nap... sneak a little mom and dad chillax time... more nursing and diapers... get big baby up and play fireman sam or trains or an array of other funtivities... cook supper, eat supper (often while nursing baby), clean up supper... then more playing or straight to the tub if supper involved lots of whining or tiredness or mess... bath, toothbrushing, maybe a little quiet play, then books and big baby to bed... more diapers, nursing, newborn snuggling... then mom and dad tv time, or mom computer and dad xbox time... then mom gets too tired and goes to bed where the nursing is occasionally interrupted by a couple of hours of sleep, or more like four.  So you see: busy and rewarding, but not particularly exciting.


After a description like that I could see one wondering why anyone ever has kids.  But then... take a look at this:




Come on, now.

Here's Sunday's attempt:

Last night when Bob was in the tub I sang "On top of spaghetti" (don't remember why it came up) and when I was done (I finished after "and then my poor meatball went straight out the door" because I don't remember the rest of the words) Bobby just about had a total nervous breakdown over my poor, poor meatball, terribly sad and crying.  I tried telling him it was just a silly song but he wasn't having it; finally I was able to distract him from the subject and we moved on.  Later, Bobby's in his crib, talking to himself and not going to sleep, and suddenly he remembers the whole meatball thing.  We were listening on the monitor: "And Mom lost the meatball!  Yes, mom, you did.  You lost your poor poor poor meatball.  You lost it.  You lost it!"  And then he proceeds to get hysterical again.  It was hard to keep from laughing at him because the source of his anguish was so completely ridiculous.  We tried telling him, it's just a song, just pretend, I was just kidding; I changed all the lyrics to the song; I even showed him some meatballs safe and sound in the fridge, which seemed to ease his heart for a bit.  I let him stay up and play for a while to get his mind off the meat tragedy (I actually think that to bob it was more of a ball tragedy -- perhaps he has a bit of a ball-loss phobia).  We had several more mini-breakdowns until finally when I was rocking him in his room and he still wasn't buying the "it never happened" story I said, "Okay, buddy, here's what really happened if you must know: I lost my meatball; it rolled right on out the door.  But I saw it, and I ran after it with my fork, and luckily I can run faster than a meatball, so I caught it, and I stabbed it, and I brought it back home.  I saved my lost meatball."  And that, apparently, satisfied him.

I'm tempted to post a video, but is it a violation of my son's privacy to share with the world footage of the tears he shed over a fictional lost meatball?  I don't know...

Now I'm back and it's already the day after I started, so of course I'm feeling short on words and long on photos.

Days with bobbert are always amusing...










Owen is three weeks old now and he's a total sweetheart of a boob-monger...








Last weekend David and Crystal came with Chloe and Mason and cooked us a huge supper and dessert.  We had leftovers for two more meals.  It was awesome.  Bob very much enjoyed the company.




One of these days we'll have to dress ourselves up for a family photo but at this point the best I have is a shot of us as we usually are...




I think Ben and I both have moments wondering, "What have we gotten ourselves into?" but, truth be told, we are super happy.

2 comments:

  1. I just checked your blog while Aaron is napping. Reading it totally inspires me - to take more (better) pictures, to write things down more often, and to keep on appreciating the little things! I LOVE the meatball story. Priceless! I can't wait to read this to Phil. Bob is just the cutest (besides Aaron of course)! And Owen is adorable. Seeing pictures of them together makes me want another, but I am totally not ready for that YET! If you ever make it out this way let us know!

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  2. Haha! As always, you totally made me laugh out loud. My favorite - "then mom gets too tired and goes to bed where the nursing is occasionally interrupted by a couple of hours of sleep..." SOOO true - although I'm jealous if you're already getting four hours of sleep seeing as I have a 16 month old and rarely get stretches that long. Ugh. So glad you're adjusting well to life as a family of four. Bob is the best - love the meatball story! :)

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