Wow, where did January go?
We got back from Canada
and the Little Man had a cold for a couple more weeks. I was just
getting ready to tell the doc he had been sick for 7 weeks when he
suddenly stopped coughing and sneezing. No more suctioning and
irrigating sinuses, no more need for benedryl in his bottle.
of the month he decided to cut two bottom teeth at the same time, and
after a week of dealing with a crankety baby, I was ready to run away
from home. Or perhaps it was the disarray of the house after a week of
being too tired to clean up that had me ready to run screaming from the
building. Either way, M took a work-at-home day when I reached the end
of my rope and I got to sleep. Sleep. It's amazing how much the lack of
it impacts. Like, oh, everything.
I've started meeting
with a mother's group here in town. I feel like less of a shut-in now,
and it is good to hear other women's experiences with infants. Being
able to speak candidly about breastfeeding and milk dying up, lack of
sleep, and the ordeal of teething making me want to run away from home
is nice. They don't squirm like M does when I get too... graphic... for
Little Man is doing the military-style crawl around
and over things these days. He's only taken one tumble off the bed (once
was enough) so far. He's still a sweet, smiling little guy. And boy
does he love his daddy. He just lights up and his whole body trembles
with joy when he sees his father first thing in the morning, or when he
comes home at night. He's starting to 'talk' more, and I can hear him
trying to sing along to the melody of the music I play for him. It's
hard to believe he'll reach the 8 month mark soon.
back to the gym in February. It's been nearly a year since I was there
last. I need to work on my abdominal muscles south of the belly button.
I've got six-pack abs above, since carrying a baby around really works
my core, but my lower abdomen is still too loose after being stretched
out by the baby. And I'm going to drop 27# more pounds this year.
Hopefully more, but 27# is my minimum goal. I figure after dropping 70#
last year, this should be achievable. I'm hoping Little Man will be good
for the sitter. He's just not used to being apart from me for more than
an hour. Fortunately, he knows her, and she'll be here at the house in
the mornings, so if she can't console him, she can resort to waking M up
-- if a fussing baby doesn't wake him already. We'll see how it goes.