Davis, two months.
However that herd of little kids has been seriously busting my groove this past month. I've had some dark days. Hence the lack of posting. I have a babysitter here right now and it's been a good day so I am going to knock out a quick post.
The main thing that's hard is that my babies are divas from age one month til about six months. All of them have been. I'm sure I train them to do this, but basically they scream if they are not being held.
I can handle a two-year-old screaming all day. (I just throw them in their room and move on). But infant screaming wears me down really fast. I get a few minutes here and there where he'll chill out in the swing or the beanbag chair, but otherwise he's in my arms and it's hard to do anything else.
My babies are also prone to get flat heads. I think they have extra soft skulls. So I feel really guilty anytime Davis is in the swing. If he falls asleep in his carseat, I feel like I have to transfer him to his crib. When I'm driving, I feel guilty that his head is getting flat. It haunts me.
I'm tired and I got a cold for a while. So physically I'm not at the top of my game.
Tyler went out of town for two weeks. I had tons of help from both my mom and my mother-in-law, but there were a few days and nights when I was alone. I maintain that this is a two-person job, and I shamelessly admit that I don't handle it well by myself yet.
Mom and Davis, 7 weeks.
SUNDAYS. Ugh! Sundays are the WORST for me. We have 9:00 am church. I love getting out and going to church. But the rest of the day is so long and brutal. I am definitely someone who loves to be out and long Sunday afternoons at home kill me. I am going to adopt a game plan with lots of walks and activities for future Sundays.
Davis is soooo cute. He may be my cutest baby. And he has finally started smiling a lot. I love him so much.
I started going back to the gym. I only go two or three times a week but I get a great break and I feel more like myself. I'm also excited to lose the baby weight, but I'm not in a rush about it.
I get babysitters. I just went to Costco with only Davis. It was bliss.
Last week the two of us went to get his birth certificate.
We had a sweet time in this government building.
I still don't cook. People are still bringing me occasional dinners. It's shameful but wonderful. We also eat out a ton.
Waiting for pizza.
Something has to give around here, and for me cooking is easy to give up. It makes my life so much easier to go through a drive through for lunch, plus the coke and fries are calming to my soul. That's who I am.
Davis is starting to do long stretches in the Baby Bjorn which makes life easier.
I got some pants that fit me now. Two pairs of capris that I will wear all summer. There is dignity in wearing real pants with a zipper.