Well, I've been a little busy--you know that letter I wrote to Johnathon last post? You know, the one where I'm looking lovingly down at him while he is sleeping in my arms? Yeah, well, he hasn't really moved since then. His favorite place to sleep? In Mommy's arms.
Normally, I don't mind it. Basically, because I know he's only going to be this little for a very, VERY short amount of time and I want to soak it all in. But, my left arm really hurts. Like, I have to stretch it out every night because some cute little baby is always in it. Before it gets to really be a problem, I am trying to get him to sleep in a variety of places--his Boppy chair, the basinette, the swing. Pretty much everywhere I can think of. However, once I put him down, his big brown eyes pop wide open and they look at me and say, "Ahem. I did not give you permission to place me out of your arms. Back I go before I start making serious noise, woman." And the dog hair continues to cover the couch and the kitchen floor. I was not Suzy Homemaker meets Merry Maids before all this baby business started, so you can imagine what wreckage my house is (and continues to be).
What is that you say? If my house is such a wreck, why am I faffing about on the computer? Because it's all about my readers, obviously (and perez hilton). That and a wonderful little thing called a Moby Wrap which has allowed me to go about my daily chores for a little bit.
A Moby Wrap is one long a$$ piece of cloth that allows me to wrap my baybee close and snuggly and still have two hands free. It's amazing and I love it and John loves it, so it's a win-win.
On to the update:
MOTHER'S DAY. Twas awesome, friends. My mother's day began the night before when Craig sleep on my side of the bed in order for me to get a more restful sleep while he got up with the baby. The original idea was for me to sleep in another room completely and not be bothered at all, but I couldn't do it. Plus, I have to get up to pump anyway, so it's not like I was going to sleep through the night regardless. Then, on Mother's Day morning, I woke up to a massive breakfast in bed. Behold, la feast:
The hubs, once again, comes through. I will skip the part where I reveal I had to TELL him Mother's Day was coming up and there would be hell to pay if he missed my very first ever Mother's Day. I am glad, though, I told him. Mother's Day in the UK is in March, so he very well may not have known. Included on that massive breakfast is a spa certificate for a massage, facial, and pedicure. My man knows what mama likes *Mommies vs. Daddies. There is a show I recently started watching called "The Middle." Last week, there was a very funny episode on how Mother's Day and Father's Day are vastly different, basically because Daddy is in charge of Mother's Day and mommies are in charge of Father's Day. It got me thinking--are there THAT many differences between the way Mommy does things and the way Daddy does things?
Well, there are things that I like to make sure I do with Johnathon as close to on a daily basis as possible. These things include:
Tummy Time/Activity Mat time in which I sing "Pop Goes the Weasel" and "Mary Had a Little Lamb" to him about 50 times because those are the songs that the activity mat has and he likes them.
Walks, with and without the doggies.
Moby wrapping.
Naps. On my sexy, sweatpant wearing legs.And here's what Daddy does...
Regardless, I think Johnathon is a happy little fella and very, extremely cute.
*that's what she said.
*that's what she said.
