Oh Baby: 32 Weeks

Dear Little Sweet Pea,

The other day, we got to see you on ultrasound again. For no reason other than our doctor said "why not?" since the last time we got to see you was at 19 weeks. And who am I to turn down an opportunity to see you and how much you've grown? Your big brother came with us to the ultrasound and was pretty fascinated by "the baby" on the television screen. He kept saying you were crying, although it looked more like you were sleeping with the odd yawn. We only got a quick glimpse of your face as you had your back to us for the most part. I had to lay on my side for most of the ultrasound since I cannot lay on my back at all without getting short of breath and dizzy to the point where I feel like I'm about to faint.

You're taking up more and more room in my belly so it was hard to see all of you in there, but we did get to see your feet and face, and it was confirmed again that you are in fact a girl. Your daddy and I are still trying to decide on a name for you, although I think I may be close to convincing him of my favourite one. The doctor at the ultrasound clinic said you are growing well and are currently approximately 3.5 lbs, which puts you in the 50th percentile. I do not expect you to be a big baby, especially since your big brother was tiny and skinny and is still a small guy. According to my pregnancy app, this means you are the size of a Florida Pomelo fruit, which of course, I had to google. On other baby sites, at 32 weeks, you are the length and size of a spread out kale leaf.

Your daddy and I wonder everyday what you will look like...will you have white blond hair like your brother? Or will you have red hair like your aunty and cousin? I always imagined I'd have a little red-headed girl one day. Red does run in both sides of the family, so it's not a total long-shot!

This pregnancy is going so much quicker with you than it did with your brother. I'm sure this is because of a few different reasons (the timing of your birth - Christmas always sneaks up on you!, and the fact that I spend the majority of my day running around after your brother), but I still can't believe that I will finally get to meet you in less than 8 weeks now. And as uncomfortable as I am these days, I hope you stay in there until your delivery date!

Even as I sit here typing this, I can see your little jabs and pokes through my belly, and I'm so overcome with gratitude and love that there's this tiny little person growing inside of me, getting ready to join our family and complete us. I didn't know what my life was going to look like at age 33, but I know I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be and I wouldn't want my life to be any other way.

Seven and a half more weeks, Sweet Pea, seven and a half more weeks. I already love you more than you could ever know.

xoxo Mommy

Oh Baby: 30 Weeks

30 weeks. I am officially in my third trimester, and if everything goes according to plan (famous last words, I'm sure), then our little baby will be joining our family in exactly 9 weeks. Which is mind-boggling to me. Only two months left to cook this baby.

I haven't been doing pregnancy updates this time around, as I'm sure you've noticed (or maybe you haven't because pregnancy updates aren't really your thing anyway). I didn't do them frequently with Sully either, but I thought I would do more with this baby than I have. Truth be told, I haven't even been taking bump photos. I find the whole idea exhausting and I'm usually less than pleased with how I look on any given day. Not that I have to publicly share any of these photos, I know I should be taking them for myself, but I'm finding the weeks are bleeding one into another and all of a sudden, months have passed since I took my last bump photo. Part of me doesn't feel badly at all, but another part of me doesn't want to regret not capturing this pregnancy in some state, so going forward, I am vowing to make a better effort and documenting my growing belly.

Anyway. 30 weeks. The first trimester was a tough one. So much exhaustion. So much nausea (no morning sickness though, thank goodness) and way more food aversions than I ever experienced with Sully. Luckily, the second trimester brought me a ton of relief. Newfound energy, no more nausea, I could finally drink coffee again (yay!) and I was still somewhat active.

Enter the third trimester. The past few weeks have been tough. I don't feel incredibly large physically, but I carry my babies really high. This means the pressure on my chest and airway is almost debilitating at times. I'm constantly in a state of trying to catch my breath. I'm feeling exhausted once again and the shortness of breath is definitely to blame. The SI Joint pain I experienced with Sully has returned, although it's not as bad as the first time around. But the back pain is worse, and I know that's due to running around and picking up a toddler all day long. I also went into this pregnancy 20 pounds heavier than I did with Sully, so I know that's a factor in how I'm feeling over all too.

I hope I don't sound like I'm complaining. I wouldn't give up this experience for anything - pain, exhaustion and all! I've never once taken my pregnancy for granted and everyday I feel incredibly blessed and grateful that I have been able to become pregnant for a second time around and am carrying a healthy baby inside of me. In the grand scheme of things, pregnancy is such a short time in one's life.

So that's where I'm at right now. I'm taking it one day at a time and hoping that I get some energy back before baby arrives. In the meantime, I'm trying my hardest to be present and enjoy every single moment I have where it's just me and Sully. I have this endless 'to-do before baby comes' list, but thankfully my type B personality accepts that most of it probably won't get done, and I'm okay with that. Because in 1, 2, even 5 years, all that I'm going to remember is my babies and the feelings and memories associated with being their mother, and not the walls that didn't get painted or the clothes that didn't get organized.

Although, I do really hope the walls get painted.

A Day in the Life of a 2.5 Year Old

OK so, confession time: this post has been sitting in my drafts for almost two months and it just slipped my mind. Or I just got lazy because half of the photos weren't yet uploaded. Anyway. Not a lot has changed in our day to day and I love having these posts to look back on, so even though this was from a day right around when Sully turned two and a half (two months ago), I'm still posting it! Also, I can't believe the last post I did like this was when he was 14 months old. He was so little then!

Here we go...a riveting regular ol' day in the life of a 2.5 year old and a stay at home mom.

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08:30: I wake up. I could use this time to start getting ready before Sully calls for me, but I don't. I lay in bed and check my phone.

08:45: Go get Sully who's now yelling "MAMA!!" I change his diaper and we head downstairs for breakfast.

09:00 - 09:15: Eat breakfast.

09:15 - 09:30: Head back upstairs to get us both dressed and ready to head out.

09:45 - 10:20: Drive to my doctor's appointment. This is the last one with my family doctor before I meet my OB in a few weeks.

10:30 - 11:45: Get groceries! 

Sully loves putting money into this dog and then always says "where'd it go?!" and tries to look underneath the dog, haha!

11:45 - 12:10: Grab coffee from the drive-thru and head home.

12:15: Sully helps me unpack all the groceries. He loves exclaiming over what every item is or asking what it is. 

12:30: We eat lunch. Leftover pasta and meat sauce for Sully, and leftover steak and carrots for me.

13:00: Sully helps me unload the dishwasher. He LOVES this job and takes it very seriously. My only job is to stand at the appropriate shelf he can't reach so I can take the glasses and plates from him. Heaven help me if I try to do any of it. 

13:30: We head upstairs for nap time. I read Sully a few books in his room and then I rock him while I sing him a song.

14:00: I head back downstairs where I tidy up the kitchen from lunch, read a few blog posts, answer some emails, group text with my friends, open up the mail (it was a good mail day!), and work on my own blog posts. 

15:30: I hear Sully through the baby monitor and see that he is jumping in his crib and throwing out all his toys. He's usually pretty content to play and jump in his crib for 30 minutes, so I never rush up to him until he starts calling out for me. By some great miracle, he has never once tried to climb out of his crib!

16:00: I head upstairs and get Sully out of his crib.

16:05: We throw in a load of laundry. It's Sully's clothes so he loads them all in without my help.

16:20: We head down to the kitchen for a snack. Cereal as per his request. I put away dishes that were in the drying rack. 

16:30: I start making apple butter. Sully works on his puzzles, destroys the family room and reads books to himself.

17:00: SPUD delivery arrives! Sully wastes no time digging into the blueberries.

18:00: We run out to get Jim from the train station (5 minutes away). He usually buses home, but it was raining all afternoon, so being the nice wife that I am, I offer to pick him up. 

18:20: Arrive back home. I ladle out the apple butter into jars (don't worry, I turned the stove off before I left), and Sully and Jim head out for a walk before we eat dinner. (Yes, we eat late). 

18:30 - 19:15: Call my mom to chat. Check emails and do more dishes while I wait for the boys to return home.

19:15: Get dinner on the table. A mishmash of roast chicken, perogies, and leftovers from last night.

20:00: Head upstairs to get Sully ready for bed. No bath tonight as it's too late. PJs on and I brush his teeth. We read a few books, rock and sing songs.

20:30: Lights out! I collapse in my bed and scroll Instagram for 20 minutes.

20:50 - 21:30: I go clean up the kitchen from supper, throw the laundry from the washing machine into the dryer and fold the towels that were in the dryer already.

21:30 - 22:30: Jim and I watch the latest episode of Bachelor in Paradise.

22:30 - 24:00: Me time! I read my latest book in bed before Jim makes me turn out the lights at midnight. 

And just like that, another day is done! 

For your reading pleasure - more 'A Day in the Life' posts:

6 Months

14 Months

Walk A Mile in Their Shoes

Walk a mile in their shoes. We all know this famous quote (or some near version of it), and I would bet money that we've all made reference to it in some context or another. I know I sure have. Sometimes I say it jokingly, and sometimes I'm more serious about it. But what I'm not sure about is, have I ever really, truly experienced it?

Let's back up and allow me tell you a story. The other day, I booked my vehicle in to get something minor fixed on it, but it was something that required the dealership to have my car all day. Our dealership is located within walking distance to a big mall and a train station so I figured no big deal, I would drop the vehicle off and treat Sully to a train ride home.

Of course, the day of my appointment, it was so windy, a bit rainy and quite cold out. Murphy's Law. But off we went, dressing appropriately for the weather. After we dropped the vehicle off, we headed over to the mall to get smoothies (I had a 2 for 1 coupon burning a hole in my pocket). This required walking around and behind the dealership to get to the overpass in order to cross over the busy road. Walking over the bridge in the extreme wind was terrifying to say the least.

Anyway, after roaming around the mall for an hour, I figured it was time to head home for lunch and naps. This again required us navigating over a different overpass to get to the train station. Once there, I followed where I thought the handicap signs were leading me, which was up another steep ramp. Here, I purchased my train ticket and then I realized that there was no way for me to access the train deck which was below us. I either had to go back down the ramp or use the stairs or escalator (not happening since I had a stroller with me). But I was so confused, because I didn't understand how going back down the ramp would get me to the train deck since the signs lead me up it in the first place! Luckily, right away this young guy saw me and offered to help carry my stroller down the stairs (thank you nice, young guy!!). Then he showed me that to access the train, it was actually at the far end of the track on the other side. Sigh. I can't stand poor signage.

After a quick train ride, we then had to hop on a bus to get the rest of the way home. The bus ride is short, but it always sits at the bus stop outside the train station for ten minutes before it takes off again. Thankfully, Sully thinks trains and buses are the most fun thing ever, so he wasn't complaining.

Eventually, we made it home, just in time for an epic meltdown most likely related to being hungry and over tired.

Phew.

After a quick lunch and an hour and a half nap, it was time to do it all over again. That's right, we bundled back up, searched the house for twenty minutes for enough bus fare, headed to the bus stop, took the bus to the train station, ran for the train just missing it by ten seconds, then waited 10 minutes for the next one, took the train to the station where I thankfully now knew how to exit the platform safely, walked over the overpass to the mall parking lot, walked through the parking lot and then over the second overpass that led us to the backside of the dealership, arriving 5 minutes before they closed. All in all, this took us about an hour from door to door.

Anyway, the point of this post isn't to complain. Or whine. Or anything like that. The point of it is this: after spending the day utilizing public transportation I have a newfound respect for mother's (and father's) and caregivers with small children who have to rely on public transport every single day. Especially in a more suburban environment, where the public transit, while efficient in some ways, is also inconvenient at times.  I truly don't know how they do it.

So yes, I do feel like I "walked a mile in their shoes" the other day. Both figuratively and literally. And I know this quote is more directed toward not judging other's, but I still think the saying applies. I love days like this one described above because it reminds me to not take what I have for granted. It's so easy to go day to day not really appreciating all that I have, or how easy my life might be in comparison to someone else. The reminder was well-timed and welcomed. I never want to take my life for granted and forget to be thankful for what I have. And I'm not trying to sound superior here because I don't have to rely on something like public transportation in my day to day life (my husband does though). I'm just reflecting and acknowledging that while I always see people waiting for the bus and trains with young children, I guess I never really truly knew all that that entailed. And if you happen to be on a public bus or train, and a child is having a melt-down or crying, take a moment and appreciate what that mother, father, or caregiver is trying to accomplish that day instead of judging them for having a "mis-behaved" child. We never really know what is going on in someone else's life.


When's the last time you "walked a mile" in someone else's shoes?

A Day in the Life of a 14 Month Old

The last time I did a day in the life of post, Sully was six months old. I always meant to do another one when he was twelve months old, to compare how much our daily life changed in six months, but clearly I never got around to it!

Not all our days are the same - we spend a lot of our days at home, but with the nice weather finally making an appearance, we definitely get out of the house a lot more now. It also helps when you have plans with good friends to get your butt out the door. I figured a day where we left the house is a lot more interesting than one where we don't! This was our Monday this week.

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06:30: I hear Sully on the baby monitor and groan when I see the time. For the love of God, why can't he sleep until at least 7 anymore?

06:35: Five minutes later and he hasn't gone back to sleep like I was hoping (wishful thinking!) and now I can see he's standing up in his crib, facing the door and crying for me.

06:35 - 07:15: I bring Sully into bed with me where we nurse and cuddle. Neither of us falls back asleep but the extra quiet time in bed is nice.

07:15: Diaper change (if I do this before we nurse, a meltdown is sure to ensue).

07:15 - 07:40: Cuddling time is over and Sully likes to get down from the bed and explore my room. I take this extra bit of time to finish waking up and scroll through social media on my phone.

07:45: Quick shower. If we didn't have plans with other human beings this morning, I'd rock my four day old hair.

08:00: Blow dry my hair and get dressed. Sully spends this time taking blocks from his room and throwing them through the baby gate onto the stairs below. Then he spends the last 5 minutes of my getting ready, crying at my feet.

 

08:20: Downstairs for breakfast. Hummus on toast for him because we are out of avocado, and cereal with almond milk for me. I make a few PB & J sandwiches for our outing and pack up some snacks and water. Sully isn't interested in eating much breakfast, preferring to throw it on the floor.

 

08:40: Back upstairs to finish getting ready and get Sully dressed. Another diaper change. Sully is losing his marbles.

09:10: Sully is buckled into his carseat, the stroller is loaded and we are off to meet some friends at the museum!

09:30: Arrive at the museum and of course Sully is fast asleep. We let him have a few extra minutes to sleep.

09:45 - 10:50: Explore the museum. I haven't been since I was a kid myself, but it's exactly how I remember it!

 

10:55 - 11:40: We head outside - it's a beautiful day out already - I grab a blanket from my car, and we have a little picnic with the babies. I nurse Sully at one point because he's whiny and shoving his hand down my shirt.

 

11:45: We all pack up and head home for naps.

12:05: The library is on the way home so I stop to pick up my hold, but after I've pulled into a parking spot, I realize Sully is fast asleep. I detour to Tim Horton's drive-thru instead for a much needed coffee and then head home.

12:25: Arrive home. This is where I would usually sit in my car on the driveway while the baby naps. Except today, I just don't want to sit in my car. I make the bold choice to attempt a carseat transfer. I figure if Sully wakes up, I might be able to nurse him and get him back to sleep. But it's a Christmas miracle!! Transfer complete and successful!!

 

12:30 - 2:00: Sully naps for an entire hour and a half. Guys, this is a rare occurrence. Every day is a battle of the naps. I am on cloud nine! I enjoy my coffee and eat my Nutella donut from Timmies. I post some photos from our play date at the museum on instagram. I respond to some texts from this morning and I share my latest blog post on social media. And my new Birkenstocks arrive! (Look at the ridiculously huge box they sent them in!) The delivery man had the nerve to ring the doorbell and it doesn't even wake Sully up. Can this day get any better?

 

2:05: Sully is awake and talking to me through the baby monitor. This is a big deal, because usually he doesn't nap long enough and wakes up crying. I go up to get him and he's got big stories to tell me. Diaper change and then we nurse in the glider chair.

 

2:30: Afternoon snack. Green smoothies!

 

3:20: Head out the door again to run back to the library. I pick up my hold that has come in (after I read and loved Where'd You Go Bernadette?, I found out the author has another book out and I'm anxious to read it!), and I let Sully run around the kids area for a few minutes. They don't have any toys at this location so once he starts pulling books off the shelves, it's time to go!

 

3:50: Stop at Safeway for the Monday Twitter deal, and to get a few groceries.

 

4:30: Arrive back home and walk to the mailbox.

 

4:45: Sully has more smoothie and we read the only book he'll actually let me read to him from start to finish without trying to close it on me the entire time.

5:00 - 5:30: I put on Paw Patrol on Netflix to entertain Sully so I can put the groceries away and have a few minutes to myself. I read a couple blog posts and answer some comments.

5:30 - 5:45: Get dinner ready. Leftovers from yesterday. Sully lost interest in the show about five minutes in, preferring to play underfoot of me. . Realize I forgot to buy frozen green peas for Sully. Which is usually the one food I can count on him eating.

 

5:45 - 6:15: We eat! Well, I do. Sully's appetite has been off since yesterday and I think he's teething as he keeps gnawing on his pointer finger. Refuses everything I offer him except for a few pieces of potato and a yogurt. Isn't dinner time with a toddler fun?!

 

6:20: Bath time!

 

6:40: Quick FaceTime with Daddy while we cuddle in my bed. Then we nurse in Sully's room.

 

7:00: Sully wasn't interested in nursing for too long and doesn't want to be in my arms so I put him in his crib.

7:10: He won't settle and I worry he's hungry so I take him up a bottle. Which is hilarious since he will never take a bottle from me. He is not having the bottle, so I attempt to nurse him again, but he really isn't interested. That's when I know something's off and I give him some Tylenol in case he's having pain from teething. I put him back in his crib and leave the bottle with him.

7:20: Bottle is chucked out of the crib and Sully is standing up and crying. I go back in, rock him in the glider and he is out in minutes.

7:30:  I lay him in his crib and he's fast asleep. Bed time is rarely this hard or complicated. Usually we nurse, then I give him his soother, we rock for a few minutes and I put him in his crib and that's it. I am now exhausted and on the hunt for chocolate.

7:30 - 8:30: Unwind. Read a few blog posts. Tidy up the kitchen from dinner.

8:35: Realize that tomorrow is garbage day. Ugh. Go around and collect all the garbages and curse that the diaper genie in Sully's room didn't get emptied. Take garbage and recycling out to the curb.

9:00 - 10:00: Time to relax on the couch! Lately I've been turning to a book instead of Netflix when I have my evenings to myself (Jim is working in Calgary tonight). A good book, some wine, and some chocolate macaroons!

10:00 - 10:30: Pump while I watch an episode of Unbreakable Kimmie Schmidt on Netflix. Check Instagram.

10:30 - 10:40: Turn on dishwasher. Wash face. Brush teeth. Put on pyjamas and collapse into bed.

10:40 - 11:00: Read my book for another twenty minutes.

11:00: Lights out! This is early for me. But I fear another early morning wake-up.

03:00 - I hear Sully crying through the monitor which isn't normal as he's a really good night sleeper. When he doesn't settle after a few minutes and is standing up in his crib, I go to him. We nurse.

03:15: I'm back in my own bed and Sully is fast asleep in his crib.

07:25: Hallelujah! Sully's just waking up now. And here we go again...

A Day in the Life of a 6 Month Old

I know - a day in the life of a 6 month old - riveting! But you know how when you have a baby to take care of and from the moment they wake up, it's go go go and you barely get a moment to pee in peace, yet when your husband comes home from work and he asks, "what did you guys do today?", it's hard to answer him because what DID we do all day?

I'm un-showered, the dishes are still in the sink, groceries un-bought, dinner not made, but I kept your baby alive! And fed! And in clean diapers, and relatively happy. And sometimes those four things take up your whole day. So in response, I want to scream EVERYTHING AND NOTHING! Because that's how it feels to raise a baby.

And so, I have for you, the day in the life of one little 6 month old. In case there was any curiosity to what it is we do all day.

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7:00 - I hear Sully awake on the baby monitor. He's cooing and babbling loudly to himself. Jim rolls out of bed to start getting ready for work, but first he goes to Sully, changes his diaper and brings him to me. We nurse and then lounge in bed together.

8:00 - 9:15 - Nap time. I am not a morning person (but, I'm working on it!) so most mornings, I have a nap with Sully. He snuggles into me and we doze off for an hour or so.

9:20 - Sully has a quick "snack" and then another diaper change. Then into the jumperoo he goes so that I can jump in the shower. If I don't shower and get ready now, it probably won't happen until tomorrow. Thank god for the jumperoo! We have one upstairs in the front of a mirror and Sully loves looking at himself while he jumps.

10:00 - 10:30 - Sully has reached his limit in the jumperoo and I am now ready for the day ahead of us. We head into his room to get dressed and another diaper change. I realize he's pooped through his sleeper which means I have to go check the jumperoo for poop. Yup! Quick wipe down of the jumperoo seat. Sully nurses again.

We have a play date scheduled at Cafe O'Play for 11:00 with my best friend Karen and her 3 kiddos. Everyday is a little different: some days we don't go anywhere, save for a walk outside. Once a week we have dance class, and weekly music class is starting soon too. Some days we have plans in the afternoon to meet up with a friend. We're still working on figuring out dedicated nap times, so for now, we work around our plans.

10:40 - Head downstairs and I hear Sully fill his pants. I lay him down on the rug in the family room while I quickly scarf down a bowl of cereal.  Sully loses it during the diaper change and I consider not meeting up with Karen so that Sully can have a nap. My needs selfishly outweigh Sully's needs today as I don't get to see Karen very often and making plans with someone who has 3 kiddos in tow can be tough! I risk taking a cranky baby out of the house (wish me luck!).

11:00 - Finally leave the house. Sully is clearly tired and I'm hoping he'll fall sleep in the car. Of course, he doesn't.

11:15 - Arrive at the Cafe just as Karen is pulling up. Good timing! Sully is surprisingly calm for the next 45 minutes as there's so much to distract him at the over packed Cafe. He loves people watching and the little girls swoon over him.

 

12:00 - Nurse Sully. He still doesn't want to fall asleep. I've ordered myself a large coffee and a breakfast sandwich because all I've eaten so far is a bowl of cereal with almond milk. Sully is grabbing at my food so I give him a piece of pita with some hummus on it that Karen's daughter, Mikayla has so graciously shared with him, and he happily chews on it.

13:00 - We pack up to leave so we can get home from a nap, but Sully falls asleep in his car seat before we even get up from the table so I decide to stay a bit longer to continue my visit with Karen as her kids are still playing. I know well enough that Sully would only sleep the length of the car ride home anyway.

 

14:15 - Sully is awake, but calm. We finally head home. He's babbling happily in the backseat so I tempt fate further and stop at Safeway pharmacy to pick up his last dose of the rotovirus vaccine.

14:45 - We're finally home! We head upstairs to nurse, but first a quick diaper change. Sully has a little melt down because how dare I change his dirty bum before nursing him!

15:00 - I lay Sully down in his crib for a nap. Something he fights until the bitter end. He's exhausted and he'll never make it to bed time if he doesn't have an afternoon nap. I sit in the rocking chair listening to him protest the nap. I vow he will not win this battle!

15:15 - I've let Sully try to "figure it out" on his own for 15 minutes. I intervene once he starts full out crying and is borderline hysterical. I do pick-up/put-down 3 times before he finally falls asleep.

 

15:30 - Finally sleep, I head back downstairs, surveying the bomb that has apparently gone off in all corners of my house, choosing to ignore it's damage in lieu of making myself something to eat. I'm starving! I also warm up my coffee that I never finished from our play date. Instead of tidying up the house today, I read a few blogs on my lap top, start a list of things to pack for our trip in a few days and make a new list of errands to run tomorrow seeing as we didn't get to any of them today.

16:15: Sully's been asleep for 45 minutes. This is that pivotal moment, where one sleep cycle is about to end, and if I don't get in there before it does and help ease him into a second sleep cycle, nap time is over. I race upstairs and my damn cardigan brushes against the console table outside his room and one of the buttons makes a stupidly loud "PING" noise. Of course, Sully is wide awake, in perfect Yoga cobra pose when I open his door. I attempt to shush and pat him back to sleep, but he's not having any of it. We read a book in his room before heading back downstairs.

16:30 - 17:00 - We practice sitting in the family room. He's practically a pro now! It's still an hour until Jim is due home from work (longest hour ever, amiright?!), so I decide to take Sully for a short walk in the stroller to get the mail.

17:20: We start to take the long way around the pond to get the mail, but decide to make it short when we see the dark, looming clouds above us. The last thing I want is to be caught in a huge thunderstorm with Sully in his stroller. As we round the bend, I can see that the mailman is just now dropping off today's mail, so we sit on the park bench for a few minutes until he is done.

17:35 - We're back home and Sully wants to nurse again. We watch the clock until Daddy gets home.

17:50 - Daddy's still not home and bedtime is looming nearer and nearer. Since we leave for vacation in  three days, groceries are scarce so cucumber, pear and hummus on toast is what's for dinner for Sully. He couldn't get the toast with hummus in his little mouth fast enough!

18:00 - DADDY'S HOME!! Sully is losing steam. I am losing steam. We all head upstairs for a quick bath. Hummus on toast is messy.

 

18:15 - 19:00 - Fastest bath ever. Sully's quickly fading and crying. We get him dressed for bed and then I remember the rotovirus in the fridge and run down to get it. No time for a story tonight, Sully is MAD! We nurse for a few minutes, but he's rubbing his eyes and just not interested. Into his crib he goes. Minimal protestation until I flip him onto his stomach and pat his back. He's out right away.

19:40 - Sully's awake and I go up to pat his back. He's back asleep a few minutes later.

19:50 - I run out to make a quick return at a store, leaving Jim to man the baby monitor.

20:20 - Jim sends me a text of him and Sully watching Peter Mansbridge on his laptop. Sigh.

*No beer was consumed by the baby (that I'm aware of).

21:00 - I arrive home and Sully is miraculously asleep in his crib! All it took was a bottle and come cuddles with daddy.

21:00 - 23:30 - Jim and I spend the evening watching How I Met Your Mother on Netflix and talking about our days. We are habitual night owls and rarely go up to bed before midnight.

06:50 - The sound of Sully babbling to himself comes through the monitor, waking me up. He's slept through the night. Jim gets up to shower and afterwards will bring Sully to me in our bed. And here another day will start. Except maybe today we will stay home and work on our naps. Or do some laundry. No promises though.