I haven’t felt motivated to write for the past few days. Nothing dramatic or anything, just a lack of focus.
The baby will be 10-weeks-old on Tuesday. Not sure how or when that happened! He’s been an absolute joy the past week or so. He gave me a couple of “sleeping through the night” nights, but has reverted back to about five and a half hours the first stretch—which still isn’t bad. He isn’t making crazy dolphin-grunting noises in his sleep, and he’s only spitting up half of the times he eats as opposed to every feeding. His feedings have also stretched to closer to three hours apart now, which I’m still getting used to. (It’s hard to shake the notion that OMG I AM STARVING THE BABY.)
On Saturday night I took Chipmunk to Tampa to see the Gasparilla fireworks show. George gets to go film all sorts of fun things for his job, and once in a while we get the awesome perk of getting to tag along with him. (Shuttle Launch, awesome hotel, awesome hotel, beach, singing pirate.) This time we got to hop on a golf cart right to ground zero of BADASS where the fireworks erupted off of a barge next to a RAINBOW-COLORED GLOWING PIRATE SHIP. There are no words. I love ridiculous, sparkling, loud spectacles.
Also, we left the baby at home so it was my first time having a Mama-Chipmunk adventure. And it was sorely needed. He talked to me from the backseat for our entire 45-minute drive.
“Mama, there’s TAMPA!”
“We’re on the interstate!”
“Now we’re on Main Street!”
“Tampa is where all the peoples lives!”
“THIS IS NOT THE CANDY BRIDGE.”
“I see [insert every character from Cars]!!!!”
“We have to find Daddy!”
“NO I DON’T LIKE THIS YUUSIC!”
“We haffago back and get baby brudder!!!”
These are my last couple of weeks before my maternity leave is officially over. I’ll be going back to work on a very part time basis (in the office) and trying to get a full load of freelance hours in for the rest of each week. It beats a regular office job, which I had when Chipmunk was a baby, but I’m still feeling that little tug of sadness over having to focus on something other than kids–and trying to organize the whole pumping/bottle schedule with my mom.
MJ refused a bottle while we were at the fireworks. Hoping that was a one time thing. Otherwise the next gajillion months are going to be very interesting.
I have an actual post to-do list including a very important after school special product review. Right now I have a 14-pound butterball turkey to cuddle after I continue to try to teach a preschooler how to aim his pee at things other than my bathroom wall.
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