Good Monday to ya! I’d like to welcome myself back to the blog, seeing as how I’ve been MIA since I was a wee 30.0 year old. I really didn’t mean for 2+ weeks to slip by before coming back here but I have a good excuse, I swear. And that excuse is two tiny teeth that now take up residence inside little Crosby’s mouth. Teething is no joke, my friends. But you moms already knew that didn’t you? Of course you did, you even warned me about it but I just sort of shrugged it off like I did most advice I was given pre-baby. Teething is just another one of those situations with babies that you really can’t understand unless you’re in it. Like, really in it. Like, hunkered down with a refrigerated teething toy in one hand, a tissue in another, and a glass of wine balancing in the crook of your arm. Because survival. In all honesty, Crosby has been handling teething pretty well. Under his layers of snot and in between his dramatic sob sessions, he’s still a happy little guy. And I can’t really complain too hard about having to get up to give him a few extra snuggles at night. Or butt pats. Crosby is all about the butt pats. (For you non-parents, a butt pat is when you pat a baby’s butt. Don’t say I never taught you anything.)
In other news, a couple of nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night with all these great ideas for blog posts. I knew I’d forget them as soon as I fell back asleep so I quickly typed them into my iphone notes before nodding off again. Great idea in theory, but when I looked at them the next morning I could not make sense out of a single thing I wrote down. I remember that I didn’t put my glasses on when I typed them in, which is a rookie move on my part. Regardless, these notes…I don’t know what I was thinking… Help me, won’t you?
The first note says “Csection conx”. Besides sounding slightly unsavory, I don’t know what it means. Maybe I wanted to start a support group called the C-section Connection? Or maybe I meant c-section cons? In which case…. I still don’t know what that means. How boring would a blog post about the cons of c-sections be? Just like, ask your doctor. I don’t know, anyways. The next note says “change from diaper n the middle”. Again, ?????? I don’t even know if I want to make sense of that one. The third note says “Update: coffee tea formula”. Which obviously means I finally perfected my coffee, tea and formula beverage…? Or whatever. (I was pretty impressed with the use of a colon on that one, though.) The last one says “photo an hour” and I think I know what this one means. I remember seeing a photo challenge somewhere where you take one photo every (waking) hour for a whole day. Then you can sort of display them as all as play-by-play of your day. So I’m guessing I thought it’d be fun to do a blog post like that? Which, I don’t know, would it? I personally am super interested in hearing about other people’s daily routines. Or maybe I’m just nosey. Anyway, I might try it later this week. And if it’s stimulating enough, I’ll post the photos here. As for the rest of those stellar ideas, I think I’ll pass. Unless anyone is interested in learning more about the inner workings of csection conx? Or maybe the plural of conx is conxes? Conxi? Conxen? I’ll consult my unconscious self and get back to you on that one.
Other haps. Crosby started crawling today during our baby music class. He’s been army crawling/planking/downward dogging like cray for the past few weeks but today was the first time he legit crawled. Onto another baby girl’s blanket. Kid’s got game, is what it is. Also, send help.
Speaking of which, one of my other mama friends gave me a run down of all the things I should probably do to babyproof our house. And it’s extensive. Prior to that I’d only thought of plugging the outlets with those plastic thingies. Which I did last week, and felt super accomplished btw. Anyways, she sent me a babyproofing list, I started sweating, and then I made the executive decision to instead just wrap Crosby up in bubble wrap everyday. So what I’m saying is, does anyone have a coupon to Office Depot because I’m going to need a lot of bubble wrap. Also, send help.
Also, I’m out of wine. Seriously, SEND HELP.