Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Life with Joseph

If you are bored by minutia, yawn through details, and don't have kids, this entry is not for you.

I think it would have been nice to have had some inkling of what to expect in a typical day when I decided to be a stay-at-home mom. I do not regret my decision for one minute, but it would have been nice to have seen this from another mom, just to know what my future would hold. This has just been my experience, and it seems to be different for every mom, baby, and family out there. But this has been mine. This week, at least. It changes all the time.

6-6:30 ish: Joseph wakes up for feeding and Brian leaves for work. I put Joseph back to bed afterward, but his sleep, and mine, is fitful. I imagine that some day I'll have to actually stay up at this point, but not yet. :)

8-8:30 Joseph's fitful sleeping has turned into crying. We get up. I release the velcro on his swaddle wrap and he smiles and stretches for the next half hour. Lately, he has discovered the mirror in his bassinet and loves playing with it.

9:00 Joseph eats.

9:30 I eat breakfast, do dishes, brush teeth, workout, and finish getting ready. Joseph sits in his chair and kicks and coos, smiles and laughs. We get him changed and dressed. I put him on his tummy while I work out and he starts sucking on his fingers furiously. He'll lift his head while I'm holding him, but he doesn't equate that with tummy time yet. He works on one pushup while I'm working on fifty. Sometimes he gets sleepy, sometimes he gets fussy.

Tummy time. One day I'll get a push-up done!

We may go outside, pet Vader, water plants if needed, pick up apples in the yard, and get the mail together. When we come inside, if he's still in a good mood, we might read or dance.
This is also our best time for errands. If needed, we go to the library, the bank, the post office, the store, or for a walk in the park or down the road.

Around noon is a feeding, then a nap for Joseph.

Sometimes he sleeps with his eyes open. I think it's his superpower.


I: eat lunch, clean, organize, read, write, make phone calls, watch Netflix shows, browse online, work on projects. Today, a pretty typical day, I had lunch, washed dishes, called Charter about their terrible website, cleaned the spot in the garage where Vader peed, updated wish lists, wrote this and a Facebook note...and we have one more hour of nap to go.

Between 3 and 4: Joseph eats again, unless Brian is home to distract him or his nap runs long. He sits in his bouncy chair in the kitchen while we make dinner. Some days, he takes a shower with his dad, which he at least doesn't cry through, though he isn't laughing either. He's only had one actual bath so far in his life.
He sits with us on the couch or in his chair while we eat, watch movies, talk, etc. He might have one more nursing session if he woke up from his nap early, or he might make it until 8 or 9 at night. He gets wrapped in his swaddle before eating and goes to sleep between 9 and 10. I try to follow shortly afterward to get the most out of his sleep. He loves to play while lying in his changing area, maybe because he can see us best then. We love to get him laughing as hard as we can!

*I started writing this almost two weeks ago. Since then, Joseph has started sleeping in later (until 8 or so) and cut out one feeding per day. He also eats for twenty minutes now instead of thirty. He is now pro at lifting his head from his tummy and loves blowing bubbles. He is always changing!*

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

I know I've been a tad bit consumed with the new little one in my life, and who wouldn't be, him being so adorable and all. But we have another little one that we've tried hard not to forget about. Our Vader girl.

An introduction if you haven't ever met her. She's a cat.


She's all black. She has long hair and likes to spend all day lying in the sun (when it's out). She was a stray that Brian had since kittenhood and had no problem accepting me into the household, probably because I could pet her and give her food. She was, Brian tells me, nameless for a while, but was always fiercely protective of her house, yard, etc. One day a goat came to stay in the backyard next door. Vader approached said goat, decided she didn't like it, swiped its nose, and drew blood. She was named that day, in honor of Brian's favorite villain. She consistently runs off all other cats from our property, along with any dog that is equal to her size or smaller. We have received presents of dead birds, a shrew, and a rat at our house. Her food used to be kept on the back patio until one day Brian heard noises, looked out the back window, and found three raccoons eating her food. Vader was less than a foot away from them, hissing and ready to take on three full-grown raccoons. Needless to say, her food has been inside since then. We love her courage, worry about her safety, and brag about her to everyone. She is our defender and our entertainment.

Since we brought home our little man, she has shown a few signs of neglect and jealousy, but overall is weathering the transition quite well. This post is in celebration of her and her curiosities. One thing about our Vader is that she never stops exploring and never settles into a routine. Of course, once she picks a spot, she'll stay there for ten hours, hardly budging an inch. Over the past few months, I decided to document some of the many spots I found her sleeping in. Any indoor pictures are from last winter (she's outdoor-only during flea season).


Here's a nice shady spot behind a bush, a favorite on sunny days.


She also likes this spot...


and this one....


One day, I found this view...


Here's a better look.



She's been staying in the garage more, now that it's raining. Evidently, she couldn't find a better spot to sleep than this...


Oh wait, dirty work pants! Perfect!


A clean table! Half on and half off sounds good.


A spot just my size.


If I can't be ON the mattress, I'll lie next to it. But not long enough to get a picture taken.


Stinky shoes, outta my way. I claim this chair.


One of the best spots of all.


And the other favorite:


She doesn't mind being tucked in.

We love you, Vader.