Jon got a call yesterday that he was wanted in Dayton today for a meeting, necessitating some rearranging of the family routine.
So this morning I got up earlier than usual, got myself ready to go, and left before Otto even woke up. Which means I didn't get any snuggling or smooching this morning! A sad situation indeed. The good news is I'll be leaving work earlier than usual to go pick him up, and if the weather holds we'll be home in plenty of time to harness Jake to the stroller and go walking. An activity I desperately need to do more often. Sigh.
Notice anything different to the right, here? Namely, some links for chatting me up? Heh. Well, I'm in love now with meebo, which is a neat little web site that lets you chat with all imaginable chat systems at once without downloading all that software. I was prompted to try this by a survey I got this week on PUBLIB, asking if I used chat at work, and if so, how. Lots of libraries (mostly large public libraries and academic libraries) are really getting into using chat as a medium for reference help. I figure I should at least try using it once in awhile, even if I'm not answering reference questions just yet.
Now to lunch, and errand-running (the town I'm in doesn't deliver mail anymore -- every day one of us has to run downtown to the post office). Then to the writing of documents and maybe some rearranging of my office. It must be almost spring if I'm feeling the urge to shove filing cabinets around.
Digital books are back in the news: Digital Books Start A New Chapter
I just hope they're figuring library licensing into the business model, unlike iTunes folks who've left us out in the cold. I used to read books on my Palm Pilot, until I dropped it and broke the screen, which about broke my heart. Plus, you know what? Those sneaky content-providers wouldn't let you share your e-books. For example, I couldn't transfer my copy of a book to Jenica's Palm Pilot. Sucks greatly, you know? Because reading creates communities and sharing books facilitates that process.
Time to head home. Little Man time! Yay! There's still light in the sky, which means we might be able to take a walk before dinner.
listening: Jonny Lang, Good Morning Little School Girl (blues on my iPod)
doing: lining up programs, designing flyers for my Manchester Reads program (we're reading Nickel & Dimed)
I've been sort of fuzzy the last couple of days at work, getting stuff done in little jabs, unable to settle my brain down and follow things through front to end. I'm not sure why. I've been sleeping ok (sort of - Otto's going through a wake-up-crying phase, and if it's bad enough I just bring him to bed, which isn't comfortable either because he wiggles and waves his arms and pats my face - you get the picture). Today I plugged in my headphones and turned it up to ruin-my-hearing level, and I'm making progress on some stuff. Which is good. But I have to take a bathroom break soon, which is bad because when I go downstairs I'll get asked about something or other and that'll send me in a new direction and my current productivity level will go south.
Otto has been a chatterbox for a couple of months now, holding imaginary, babbling coversations with anyone and everyone. This weekend he took that up a notch. I noticed Saturday morning that he was dropping his cup on the floor and saying "oh!" and looking expectant. I said, "Uh oh!" which was what he wanted to hear. After a few tries he got the whole phrase out, and then there was no stopping him. At first he'd hold his cup out over the edge of his high chair and say "uh oh," wait for one of us to look at him, and then drop his cup. By this morning he'd progressed to waiting to "uh oh" until he noticed something on the floor. Puppy, a toy, his cup -- anything on the floor elicits a litany of "uh oh!" He gets started and says it over and over and over...
Story time this morning brought a new librarian and she was different, of course, than Mr. Justin, who is off to a new life in Washington state. She sings a little too fast, reads the books a little too slow, and doesn't do the counting song at the beginning. Otto just watched today, soaking things in. She skipped the doors on the bus and I might have to mention to her that it's Otto's favorite "wheels on the bus" motion, the only one he can do on his own right now (clapping). She was good and we'll like her. It's just different, which Otto certainly notices.
Towards the end he lost some of his shyness and started dropping his rattle, saying "uh oh!" and crawling down to retrieve it. Another mom said Uh Oh back to him and he stared at her in amazement. You know that too? It took me about 10 minutes to get him away from the rattles, since he found the big basket of them and kept picking up new ones to toss on the ground and Uh Oh over.
He's a stitch. He's so cute I want to nibble his ears. At bathtime Jon and I take turns making him laugh with big smacky kisses on his feet. He has this staccato chortle that reminds me of dolphins and makes me smile from 3 rooms away.
I wish it was spring, I wish we had more sunshine and warmth in general. But who can be depressed and gloomy with him around?
He's sunshine enough for us.
I am supposed to be asleep. And I am kind of sleepy. But I find it hard to fall asleep when Jon's traveling. Jake is doing his best to help by sleeping on the other side of the bed, his head almost on Jon's pillow.
Once, when we were living in Stoughton and Jon was working "plant hours" (he'd leave for work around 4 a.m.), I woke up one morning convinced that he'd overslept. I was facing out towards the wall but I knew there was a head on the pillow next to mine. Noting the time (sometime after 6) I turned over and said "honey, you're --." And stopped. Because it was Jake, all stretched out with his head snuggled into the pillow. Odd. Very odd!
My little man fought sleep tonight. He's just too busy to go to bed these days! Tonight he put it off by playing with my hair, and I finally just tucked him in, lullaby CD playing, and let him cry for a couple of minutes. He crashed almost immediately, so I went downstairs to microwave butternut squash to pack in his lunch tomorrow with a black bean quesadilla. Today he had a turkey/cheese roll-up, green beans, and leftover citrus salad from Zingerman's on Sunday. And yogurt, which he can't get enough of right now. I need to start packing lunches like that for myself.
Tomorrow night is Sock Night again with my knitting group. I've knit 8.5 inches of my sock leg so far and have a few more rows to do -- my feet are 9" long and the leg and foot parts of the sock usually match up. I figure I'll do 9" and turn the heel and see how that works. I love the yarn... self-striping in gold, orange and hot pink. Whew! I'll need new Birkenstocks to do them justice, but they'll be perfect for spring. I really have to get back to photographing things again. I haven't been very inspired lately because there's so little sunshine, and it's no fun to take pictures of yarn unless you can see the color under true sunlight.
And now, Internet, that I've blathered a bit about my day, I think I'll be able to nod off. Sleep tight and all that.
Panckes. Many, many pancakes. I had three. Jon had four. And Otto? Otto had four pancakes! Yikes! I put applesauce and cinnamon in them and he just chows down. I've started buying the mix at Trader Joe's - mmm...
After pancakes we took a big walk in the snow. Jake was soooo happy! The big stroller did great on snowy, rutted trails at the big park. We'll have to do that more often. Otto napped most of the way. Pancakes + warm snowsuit + stroller ride = sleepy baby.
We wandered Depot Town for awhile -- Jon wanted to get his hair cut but the barber shop was packed. So we went to Quinn's Essentials, the Five & Dime and the Co-op and had a sandwich at Quizno's before coming home.
I told someone this week that we lived in Ypsi township and she said, "Oh, Ypsi township is beautiful! Except there's a lot of new development." And she wrinkled her nose in disapproval. I hunched my shoulders and said "Yeah, I know, that's where we live."
Someday, maybe, we'll find another quirky 60s ranch to redo. Or (after winning the lottery) we'll build something mod and wonderful. But not right now. Right now we're happy where we are, evil development or no. So there!
For 2 nights in a row now I've slept at least 6 hours straight.
Otto's feeling better, which means he's sleeping through the night again, and I could do jigs on the roof as a result. Last night he slept from 8:30 to 7:30. I woke up first today! And listened to NPR for 15 minutes!
Then, while getting dressed, I decided to open a drawer that I've not looked in for more than a year. When I got pregnant I put all my nice bras away because, as many of you know, the first side effect of pregnancy is that you start busting out of your undergarments. Since we're now officially weaning, I decided to open my long-ignored bra drawer to see what's what. Could I wear them? Did I want to?
The answer to those very important questions? Yes and yes. I've missed you, Victoria, and I'm happy to share your secrets once again.
I confess, I'm feeling much more myself since I stopped pumping. Some moms say that nursing doesn't really affect your brain, but I beg to differ. In my case, I suddenly have a bit more energy, my memory is better, my moods are more stable... And that's after just dropping the day-time stuff. Wait until we're done with morning sessions (working on right now) and night-time sessions (by 15-months,
we're I'm done)!
It's a bittersweet thing, to wean my baby. To sit with him lying in my lap, head nestled in the crook of my arm so that I can see each individual little strand of hair on his sweet head, is something I will miss. He doesn't sit still much anymore.
There are compensations, obviously. It's just gone so terribly fast... a year seemed so far away when he was first born and we struggled with nursing and reflux and no sleep and work. The truth is, I just never knew how short a year really was until I got to be a mom.