Oh hey, remember me?
I’d apologize for being gone, but I’m not actually sorry. Isn’t it epically annoying when bloggers apologize for having lives?
Anyways, I have an obvious excuse for my absence:
A certain little lady has decided the world is very interesting and actually wants to be entertained now. Because I am the stupidest person alive, I don’t want her watching tv for a long time, so I have to constantly find new ways to keep her from being bored. She hates the swing (this is apparently extremely rare) and the bouncer only keeps her happy for five minutes. Mostly it’s a lot of me shaking toys at her while she looks pissed that she hasn’t figured out how to grab them yet.
So far on the list of things baby does like?
Anyways, it’s been a busy past couple of weeks. My mom came to visit two weekends ago (that was awesome, she left a fridge full of food and all the laundry done) and we went to the local arts festival (we didn’t stay long since baby melts easily). I’ve also officially started half marathon training (all our runs are 2 milers until 6/16), which is exhausting in this GD heat, especially since I dehydrate so easily thanks to the fact that I’m lactating.
Charlotte also had her first cold this past week, which just about killed me. If a baby has a stuffed nose then she can’t eat very well. This means I have spent the past 4 days suctioning snot out of her nose. Snot is my thing that I just can’t freaking deal with, so that’s been exciting. Also, I had the cold too and my husband has it so bad he can barely function.
The same day the colds started (Wednesday) we also got really bad news (not my news to share) and I got a rampaging migraine. It was a fun night. And by fun night, I mean thank goodness I’m married to someone who will actually help take care of his child.
Why do we have such low expectation for fathers helping with basic baby care anyways? I think that’s weird and it definitely doesn’t work that way in my house.
So that’s life right now with my almost 3 month old/almost 1 month old adjusted. She was checked out by our local early intervention program and they say she’s actually on target both for her gestational and chronological age, which is pretty exciting. She’s also gigantic looking to me, but people say I’m insane when I say that.
Now I’m off to introduce my little Nibbles (she’s a biter) to her super fun Aunt Kelly. I’ll try to be back sometime this week. I hope.