29 March 2009
7:30 am - Parents are awake, but don’t seem ready to face the day.
8:00 – Parents getting dressed. I start making happy cooing noises in my crib to make sure they don’t forget me
8:02 – Dad fetches me from my jail (aka crib), turns off the radio and takes me to the changing table for a new diaper. Mom is downstairs getting the coffee started.
8:05 – Dad brings me downstairs for breakfast. It has been six hours since I last ate, and I may soon faint from hunger.
8:20 – I’m still nursing (can’t rush a good thing), but I’ve become easily distracted by mom’s hair, the book on the sofa, dad’s voice in the next room, the sound of the computer turning on, and my toes.
8:25 – Dad is working at the dining room table, aka his office. Mom is making more breakfast for me (oatmeal with pureed apples and pears) and for herself (granola with vanilla yogurt). Dad sticks with the coffee. She thinks she has made too much for me, but I will prove her wrong.
8:40 – Mom wipes my face and hands, then straps me into my chair next to dad, while she goes to take a shower and get dressed.
9:00 – Mom emerges clean to find me and dad back at the changing table where I have been pooping. Mom gets me dressed in a new outfit, while dad takes a shower. Mom and I carry my laundry bag downstairs.
9:10 – Dad is out of the shower and mom starts the laundry. I am playing happily with a variety of toys.
9:30 – Mom has an idea of walking with me to the bakery for a loaf of bread to go with tonight’s dinner. But we are playing happily and inertia keeps us from going anywhere.
9:40 – I am noticeably wearing down, clinging to mom and rubbing my eyes.
9:50 – Mom tricks me into falling asleep by nursing me.
10:10 – Mom abandons me in my crib. I protest vigorously for 45 seconds. Then I decide to reserve my strength.
11:00 – I am still asleep.
11:30 – I am still sleeping.
12:00 – I am sleeping.
12:30 pm – I am not sleeping. I am wet. I am hungry. I must escape.
12:33 – I have demonstrated my physical prowess by standing up by myself while holding onto the crib railing. I have also had my diaper changed. It must be time to eat.
12:45 – I’m not very interested in nursing right now because my toys are calling to me. Mom still hopes to walk to the bakery, but it’s raining harder now.
1:00 – After some spirited play time, mom gives me some roasted chicken for lunch, including my very first drumstick. Just call me “Neanderthal boy.”
1:45 – Dad cleans me up and helps mom get me bundled up for the great walk to the bakery.
2:15 – Mom and I arrive at the bakery to find it closed 15 minutes ago. Blast.
2:16 – Mom takes me in the baby toy store that’s next door to the bakery. I am amused until I see all the high-priced furniture and accessories that I do not possess. This cruel deprivation makes me sad.
2:45 – I teeter on the edge of sleep during the walk back home. Mom hands me to dad when we arrive and he takes me right up to my crib. I am asleep before he gets back downstairs.
4:25 – Mom has put biscuits in the oven to have with split pea soup for dinner - this is the back up plan because the bakery was closed – I wake up just as the oven door closes.
4:27 – I am awake and I am hungry.
4:55 – I feel better now. I check out my playpen while mom & dad eat dinner.
5:05 – I can no longer tolerate them eating in front of me.
5:07 – I am in the highchair eating homemade pea soup with biscuit.
5:20 – We all finish eating. I zoom around in my walker while mom cleans up and dad continues to grade student essays.
5:45 – We look at photos of my adventures today. Mom puts me on the floor with my toys and I crawl backwards (I haven’t yet figured out the forward gears) until I am trapped under the bookcase. I express my displeasure until help arrives.
6:00 – Mom hands me to dad while she tries to remember everything that we did today.
6:10 – Dad puts me back in my walker and I follow him around.
6:15 – My parents are waiting until I go to bed to have cookies and ice cream. I know they are; they are very tricky and must be carefully monitored at all times.
6:20 – I help mom and dad put sheets on Grandma Sue’s bed.
7:00 – I take a bath, accompanied by my ducks, turtles, and various other aquatic animals.
7:30 – I am in bed, but I don’t want to sleep yet.
8:00 – I am awake and playing with mom.
8:30 – I am awake and playing with dad.
9:00 – I am awake and playing with mom.
9:05 – I am in my crib, but I am still NOT SLE…
11:30 – I am awake and HUNGRY.
12:30 am – I am sleeping.
2:30 – I am awake and HUNGRY.
3:00 – I recharge in order to seize the coming day. Carpe diem, baby.
Hey Islandtime readers....do you believe this?? In 9 short months I have managed to fully wrap these 2 very educated adults to do it MY WAY!!!!! And to top it off...I am the luckiest little guy in the whole wide world because these wonderful adults are MY parents. Life is sooooo good! Keep the fun coming.
xox
Chance-in-Charge
Posted by: g'mom | 31 March 2009 at 01:18 PM
Holy Cow he's gotten big and cute! Sounds like you guys are doing good! Hope this find's you well.
Posted by: Jim & Caty | 01 April 2009 at 09:07 AM
He's getting so big. Thanks for the update.
Posted by: chel | 02 April 2009 at 07:39 PM
Sounds like you've got the hang of things now! Funny that he can only crawl backwards...
Posted by: Liz | 05 April 2009 at 10:00 AM