Well. I just read an absolutely terrifying article about family life today. And I have a news flash for you... I won't do it. I think people who live this way are either insane or desperate. UCLA is studying 32 families in LA and they're coming up with some pretty scary conclusions (at least, I think they're scary).
I'm pointing out to Jon the section that reads "Mothers in the UCLA study still bear the key household and child-rearing responsibilities, even while working full-time. Researchers contend this appears to erode families from within, like a rusting minivan dropping parts as it clatters down the highway."
It's not necessarily the mom-working part that weirds me out, though. Parents' lives are completely run by their children - not just shuttling them to events and helping with homework, but down to what car the family buys and where they live. Kids rarely have free time to play in their own yard, mostly because the family is never home. When the family is all together (which is extremely rare) it's for a short period of time and they don't really know what to do with each other. Only one dad in the study took regular walks with his kids where they talked, made up stories, and enjoyed their surroundings.
I call that sad. And it doesn't sound like any fun!
Otto is fun. He's really bonded with Jon the last few weeks and grins at him all the time. I suspect he likes dad better now because dad gives him bottles, which Otto can finish in 5 minutes flat. He's a champion chugger, that boy. He beat Liam in the 4-ounce contest last Saturday, and Liam's almost a year old!
This is our last week home with him. Monday he starts day care. Friday I'm going over to get his little crib set up and let him be there for awhile. He's old enough now to enjoy seeing other babies' faces and I'm sure he'll do just fine. The transition is hard, though. And I miss him.
the guest list (in order of appearance):
- Grandpa Steve from Florida
- Grandma Donna from Kansas
- Auntie Amanda, Uncle Tavis, Cousin Liam from Indiana
- Nana Michel and Grandpa Herb from Iowa
- a really nice Easter and baptism service at our new church
- Sunday afternoon walk with strollers and dog
- watching the Incredibles
- playing with babies (of course)
Jon and I had a great time. The last time we saw all of these people in one place was August of 1995 at our wedding. And we decided that we have to start buying plane tickets, even if it's just for quick weekend jaunts to Florida or Iowa or Kansas. Despite the fact that we keep moving, we really do love our families and we miss them.
Today was the day everyone had to go home. So Jon took his dad to the airport early, the Stones left from the hotel after breakfast, the Farr/Barrys left here around 9:30, and I took my mom to the airport around 10:30. Otto and I were crashed on the couch by noon. He's been napping a lot since -- he was sooo good, and had such a good time with everyone, but I'm sure it was exhausting for him. I thought I'd taken tons of pictures but I didn't, so we'll have to wait for my mom to upload hers for you to get the full spectrum of photos. Until then, mine are posted at Flickr.
Jon just emailed me two photos from home, of Otto hanging out on the office futon next to Jake. I wish I was there today instead of here.
We've been reorganizing our office files this week, going through stacks and stacks of paper, weeding out tons of stuff and then refiling it in our new system. Fun? Not. But it will make life easier.
His hands and feet are a blur of motion this afternoon. He's having a grand time kicking and flailing, watching his dad and talking to him. He now makes noises other than crying, although he still does plenty of that. It's mostly with a purpose now, though. You know, they say that crying is a "late sign" of hunger. Not with my child... with him it's usually sign #1.
Now that he's topping 12 pounds, O-man has outgrown his first round of sleepers and outfits, including our favorite red sweatshirt (too much bare leg showing!). I'll have to put them away this week and get out the next set of clothes.
We're beginning preparations today for big company next weekend. Otto is being baptized on Easter Sunday, and grandparents and friends are descending upon Sturm Haus for the event. We're so excited! I'm trying to decide what I want to make for Easter dinner, and what to do for dinner Saturday (Zingerman's?). Jon is off all week and I work Wed - Thurs - Fri, so we have plenty of time to get ready. I need to find something to wear, too, although it won't really matter. All eyes will be on the little man!
I think even our intrepid husky is tired of the snow. We got more last night, enough to cover our deck and the grass so that it's all white again when you look out the windows. I will be SO GLAD when it stops snowing. Please, let that be soon!
Otto has moved himself to his crib. Tuesday night he kept waking up (and waking me up), and I decided it was because he can reach out now and touch the sides of the cosleeper. So Wednesday night I gave him his massage, Jon bathed him, I fed him, and once he was asleep put him in his bed. He slept until 2, ate, and was down again until 6. I was up a few times replacing the binky (we have to teach him how to do that) but otherwise he slept well.
I don't think that's bad for a 10-week old, and it gives me hope. Someday I will sleep again!
Otto's room is pretty much done except for the dresser, which needs some touching up, hardware, and the door. It was mine when I was a baby - dad and I repainted it blue one summer, but the red was inspired by Otto's airplane border and I like it. The WWII prints were Jon's when he was little.