So, today I was telling a sympathetic coworker and one of our favorite patrons about my 2 speeding tickets in Saline. Yeah. Two. Tickets. For 15 over. In one week. IN SALINE, where they evidently have nothing better to do than sit around the edges of town waiting for poor unsuspecting librarians on their way to work. And I'm just not with it anymore, not enough to keep an eye on their nefarious speed-trapping ways.
Anyway, the patron said "you know, when you're nursing the hormones give you a false sense of being energetic. You're not, really. It's all fake." I said I know. I know that I'm living in a constant state of semi-drunkeness. That's what chronic sleep deprivation will do to a girl and it's not pretty. That's what I'm blaming the multiple tickets on. I haven't had a ticket since, oh, I don't know - 1995?
Whatever. I'm no longer driving to work through Saline. They're missing out on all my fuel-ups, Coke stops and last-minute grocery store raids. I figure once they've lost at least the same amount of business as I had to pay in tickets, then maybe I'll try going through there again. But until then it's me and Zeeb Road, baby. Gravel trucks and farmers. Pastures and barns. Harder to get into trouble out there, where the speed limits are consistent and the sherriff's deputies have better things to do.
I don't know. This whole "life in Michigan" thing is still not entirely ok. I mean, we never had snow in April in Iowa or Wisconsin. My mom (in Kansas) told me yesterday she'd be "thinking of me." Meaning it was 70 degrees and gorgeous there. I said Gee, Thanks!
Of course, Kansas is the state where summers are like living in a very hot oven so I'm not really complaining. Not too much, anyway. Snow in April is too much though.
Yesterday we went to Hiller's. I love shopping at Hiller's. They have everything, all the little organic lines, lots of specialty goods, and cornbread twists. I don't know why Kroger can't carry cornbread twists but they don't. Otto was widely admired there. We can go through all of Kroger without comment, but there were several people yesterday who commented on his cuteness or advised me to "enjoy him while he's small."
As though I'm not enjoying him.
Actually, I prefer not to think about days coming when I might not enjoy my child. And you know, maybe I'll enjoy him even when he's being a stinker. Heaven knows there are days now when he stinks pretty good and I still think he's the cutest thing on earth. Yesterday he had such a spectacularly poopy diaper that I had to give him a bath to recover. He thought it was quite funny.
He's 15+ pounds now and so long that when we sit to nurse I have to fold his legs up like an accordian and tuck him around my body. He pulls at my shirt when he wants to eat - and that boy has a grip! When we snuggle to go to sleep he lies with his head on my chest under my chin, one arm stretched up toward my shoulder, legs folded and bottom sticking out to rest on my arm. And after I put him in bed he'll stay that way for a few minutes, legs sticking into the air like a turtle on its back. Sometimes I put him down on his side, but he rolls over within minutes and flings his arms over his head. He sleeps with total abandon, rarely moving or making noise unless it's time to get up.
When he's awake he's a big talker. He likes to have conversations with lots of eye contact and waving of the arms. And he grins like a maniac when you make "a-goo" noises back at him. He chortled yesterday - a little two-note chuckle. Not quite a laugh, but he's getting there. I think he has a subversive sense of humor already (like his dad's). For example, he refuses to smile at the day care owner. He'll smile at Tanya, Martha and Erin, but he won't give in and make Kay happy. Since he smiles at strangers I figure he knows what he's doing and he's giving her a hard time. Either that or he's waiting for her to change his diaper. He likes getting his diaper changed and sometimes I think that's his criteria for whether or not you're worth spontaneous grins.
I'm sure what those people at Hiller's were really saying is, "You have no idea how much you will miss these days once they're gone." And that I believe.
The sleep schedule...
8:30 - massage
8:45 - bath
9:00 - eat
9:30 - snuggled into bed to sleep soundly until 3 a.m.
When did he get so long? I realized tonight that his feet are hitting the end of his car seat. And look how he fills up that bathtub! Not long ago we had to use the little sling to keep him from sliding around too much. Tomorrow we'll have to try and measure him.
This was my little man yesterday morning. Awake and happy! This morning was stormy and dark and he was still sleeping so hard at 9 that I transported him stright from crib to car seat, jammies and all. He woke briefly during the hand-off, but was asleep before I got out the door at day care. It's thundering and raining, a good day to nap. Wish I could join him!
Oh, and yes - he looks exactly like his daddy. 'Zactly. I still think he has my fingers, though. Yesterday I told him he could play violin, cello, or double bass. His choice! Just no viola, please.
My friend Jenica moved to New York several months before we moved to Michigan.
She and I survived graduate school together, and after starting "professional lives" we'd get together in Rockford or Janesville and hang out. I used to make her go with me to Home Depot and stuff like that.
Every once in awhile I feel sorry for myself because my friends are so scattered. But mostly I'm grateful. Blogs, email, and flickr help keep us together.
Thanks for reading and commenting, everyone - I love sharing Otto with you and getting advice and encouragement in return. We're scattered, but we're not all that far apart in the ways that really matter.
And y'all know that if you're ever in Michigan you're welcome at the Haus. Right? Right. Ok now, back to work...
Jake is feeling frisky again and as a result I'm feeling better. Now we just have to get him through the big shedding season. He's practically bald right now, poor dog. A good groomer is what we need... the hunt is on!
Otto has a stuffy nose and a little cough. A small cold, I think? Not enough to make him cranky or unhappy, just more sleepy than usual. The last couple of mornings I've put him in the bathroom with me while I shower. The steam helps. So do saline nose drops now and then. And dad is the pro at using the little "nose vacuum." One of those parenting skills you never think about until you need it.
We'll take photos this weekend, I promise. His cuteness is babbling a lot. He coos and talks just like he's having a conversation with words. And he's starting to scare me with his ability to sit up with minimal assistance. I kind of want to freeze time right now. This is baby perfection!
I'm relieved to be ending my week. I have to go to work tomorrow to meet with our computer consultant, but once that's done I'm free until noon on Monday. A sunny spring weekend stretches ahead...
I thought I was doing pretty ok this week. Wait - I HAVE been doing pretty ok this week. But I'm closer to the edge than I thought. I just started crying on the phone with Jon when he asked how Jake was this morning.
Jake is ok - really. He's sore from getting his teeth cleaned. And I felt horrible yesterday evening because he was groaning, talking, and wandering around, unable to get comfortable. By bedtime he was ok, settled in on the futon sofa in the office upstairs where he can see into our room and out the window to the street. I spent a few minutes rubbing his tummy when I got up to feed Otto at 3. This morning I left him munching his new, tooth-cleaning dog food. He was a truly unhappy dog yesterday, and was still kind of grouchy this morning.
I can't blame him, because his life is just not what it used to be. He misses our old neighbors who used to say hi all the time. He loved his play dates with the Doberman who lived next door. He had Badger Suites - if we were still in Janesville I'd be taking him to doggy day care there every now and then so he'd get the attention he needs. He misses walks down the hill to the big park.
Now, though, it's just us, the baby, and poor Jaker. I haven't had the energy to search out a good new kennel or doggy day care. Outings to Petco have been curtailed. Walks now include a stroller, which cramps his style a bit. There are a lot of dogs in our new neighborhood, but they're all in the backyard, often behind 6-foot fencing. And his tummy-rubbing sessions just don't happen like they used to.
Too bad I can't take him to day care with Otto. When I left Otto this morning he was in Martha's lap, smiling and blowing bubbles at her. She picked him up as soon as we got there and said "do you want to sit and rock and talk for awhile?" His grin was a yes. So my boy is happy and I'm feeling more ok with the whole work/day care thing.
But now it's time to do something for Jake. We've been responsible parents by getting his teeth cleaned and keeping up his shots, making sure he's brushed, fed and watered - now it's time to give him a life again, enlarge his world a bit.
He is, after all, our first child, furry though he may be.