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Life is Pretty Easy When Your Best Friend is a Bookcase

Saturday, November 15th, 2008

I woke up rather early today, as most days…because of my beautiful baby boy and his feeding habits.  For all those who are interested, we took him for his 2 month appointment yesterday.  He weighs 12 lbs. 2 oz., and is 24 inches long.  When he was born he was 8 lbs. 11 oz. and 21 inches long.  I was pretty proud of him! The doctor also gave him some medicine for GERD.  Hopefully that makes feeding time easier.  We also switched to sensitive formula with some improvement, but I’d like him to be able to eat regular formula again.  Maybe with the medicine he can.  It was so sweet, he was fussing yesterday in the car while we waited for John to finish an appointment. I took him out of his car seat and snuggled him up to me and he fell asleep.  After a couple of minutes he opened his eyes and looked at me, broke out into a huge smile and then burrowed back down and went back to sleep.  Broke my heart wide open.  I love this little guy.

Last night I went and got my hair cut with the fabulous Kelly.  I am so sorry to be leaving her to move out east.  This time I got more of a layered bob…perhaps I’ll do it tomorrow for church and take a picture to show you.  Afterwards we stopped by a couple places then came home, made some hotwings and watched Kung Fu Panda (for the second time, there is no charge for awesomeness) with Jonathan.  Camper, once again, kept us up til about 2 or 3…I think we’re going to stay around home this evening and try to get him to bed REALLY early and take advantage of his evening napping to see if we can get him down and comfy for the night.  With the medicine keeping the acid out of his throat maybe he’ll actually stay asleep, poor kiddo.

So yes, after getting up and chillin’ with my baby (and his best friend the bookcase, he loves looking at one specific bookcase.  Often it’s the first thing he smiles at every morning) this morning I went to work out at Curves.  I have mixed feelings about Curves gym.  I like that it’s all women, I like that it’s a circuit, I enjoy that I don’t have to think about what to do or how long to do it for.  I dislike that it’s easy to cheat, and that the workout isn’t always incredibly challenging, and that they are always trying to get you to buy stuff or upgrade or…well, buy stuff.  The one out east didn’t seem to be that way, so who knows what makes the difference.  Regardless, though, it is something I can do (read: fit into my day) that will help strengthen my muscles again and help me start to lose the baby weight.  I feel so weak, it’s sad, so I’m looking forward to getting stronger.

So yes.  Now I’ve just got some paperwork to fill out (insurance stuff, passport stuff, all kinds of stuff) and John wants to go get a haircut.  So I think we’ll pack our baby up and go out for a bit.  We got Camper’s picture taken for his passport yesterday, haha.  My Mom called while we were at Costco and said, “Why are you getting him a passport?”  Well, why not?  Right?  And now all of our passports will need renewing at the same time as I’m changing my name on mine, John is renewing his, and Camper is getting one for the first time.  I guess we’ll wait 10 years for another baby so that we can keep the whole family on the same rotation.  Haha.  Somehow I don’t think that would sit right with ANY grandparents.

Here’s a cute shot of our Camper and his SECOND best friend, Bubba Bear.

For Shiz, This is Life

Monday, November 10th, 2008

I got out today!!  Yay!  I went to lunch with Anisa- it was VERY nice to go out and chat and not have to worry about Camper crying (thanks Cy’s Dad for being so amiable and watching him so much :)) and eating without worrying that my baby is hungrier than I am.  I stopped by work and saw everyone there, it seems so crazy and hectic!  My life is crazy and hectic, but just in a different way.

Camper has been a bit of a…cranky butt lately.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the cranky butt, but will someone tell me what’s WRONG with him?  Geez.  I got home from my “outing” and he was fine, snuggling with Daddy, but that quickly turned into freaking out.  I gave him a bath, and he seemed to enjoy that.  But as soon as he was dry and dressed he freaked out again.  Finally I put him in the sling, which calms him down and helps him rest, but also requires movement for him to stay calm.  So I decided to clean the kitchen.  So there I am, wiping down counters, sweeping (the tricky part was leaning down to put it into the sweeping pan thing, what is that called?), and mopping with my wee babe in a sling on my chest.  In some ways I felt ridiculous and in some ways I felt kind of like, “Wow.  Check me out.  Ultimate multi-tasker!”

What else is new?  Well, I’ve been reading LOTS still.  Right now I’m reading The Stay-at-home Survival Guide. It does seem written for Moms that would be working were it not for their new baby, which is good (I think that some Moms have always wanted to stay at home with their babies, and while they need support, too, it might be a different kind than those who always imagined working, forever…) but I’m still up in the air about it.  I’ll let you know how it turns out. Next is No God but god, a book John had to read for class and that interests me because, well, Islam is interesting to me.

Other than that, just taking care of my baby, my husband, (who in turn takes care of our baby and me, as well, it’s a nice thing we got going on…) and thinking about preparing for the big move that’s coming up…I should probably get on that, yeah?  Yeah….

Nothing Else to Give

Tuesday, October 28th, 2008

I wonder if everyone runs out of gas sometimes.  I see so many moms around me who never seem to lose it, whose children are always congenial (and well-dressed), and who manage to keep immaculate homes and families and cultivate elaborate, crafty hobbies while doing a million other things at the same time.  Do they ever lose it?  One specific hippy-ish mom I know floats around with her baby in a sling and talks with this tone of voice like she just woke up from a nap and found fairies and dewdrops dancing on her baby’s brow.  She bugs me.  Does she ever flip out?

I ran out of gas last night.  Bad.  I gave Camper his nighttime bottle and rocked him to sleep, gave him little kisses and swaddled him up well.  And he wouldn’t go to sleep.  Not even a little.  4am I finally put his pacifier in (we’re avoiding that at night) and went to lay in bed with John.  I heard Camper fuss and went and put his pacifier back in and ended up sitting in the kitchen, just crying.  At that moment I felt like I was never going to sleep again, ever.  I just felt so done…I wasn’t really mad or even frustrated, I just felt scared that I had run out of energy or the ability to do anything for my baby.  I was done.  That’s when John found me, put me in bed, kissed my face, and went to sleep with Camper in his room.  I cried myself to sleep and then wondered if that’s how Camper feels when he cries, tired but unable to sleep, and desperate for someone I love to come cuddle me.  I eventually did fall asleep and woke up a little groggy, a little embarrassed, but better.  I was even BETTER after a nap with Camper this morning in my bed, something else I don’t like to do.  We REALLY want him to love his own bed.

Anyway…When John got home from school we ate dinner and then he sent me first, for a nap, then out on my own for a bit.  I drove around Provo in the dark, had a grown-up conversation catching up with my friend Anisa who lives just a bit to far south for me to just “swing by,” and then ran by the grocery store.  I’m home again now and honestly…still tired.  But I’ll be ok.

Before you have a baby you picture everything being perfect, sleepy cuddly nighttime feedings with moonlight and cooing and lots of love. Then some more cooing while your baby drifts off into a beautiful sleep.   What you actually get are nighttime feedings where lotsa love is the only thing keeping you from calling the Gypsies to see if you can schedule a pickup time.  I take my hat off to any woman who braves this on her own.  I am so glad to have a husband who loves me and takes care of me, even when all I can do to take care of him in return is to try and make sure he gets some veggies at least once a day and try to give him some uninterrupted sleep when I’m not crying on the kitchen floor.  He even does laundry.  Yup.  It also helps that I can leave him with the baby with complete confidence- he actually had to show me how to NOT put a diaper on backward in the beginning.

I love my baby.  He is amazing.  He has added a dimension to my life that nothing else could- and I KNOW he was meant for our family.  I love to watch his face and see the little ways he changes every day.  I would never, never actually give him to the Gypsies.  I actually missed him tonight, being out for an hour.  But I gotta be honest, sometimes missing him is nice, and necessary.

Weekend

Saturday, October 25th, 2008

Because the boogie post seemed to get quite a lot of attention I thought I’d catch you all up.  Camper woke up this morning with the right nostril clear…left still encumbered.  So it leads one to wonder…where did that booger go?  Moving on.

This weekend has been good in some ways, bad in others.  Not BAD really, just difficult.  Friday after John got back from class we ended up going to Park City, which I LOVE.  We had to decide between going to the area with all the little touristy shops or the outlets…and we ended up at the outlets.  It was nice to walk around, Camper slept soundly in his stroller and there weren’t too many people there.  We didn’t want to spend money…but we did.  We got Camper a few long-sleeved onesies, another warm bodysuit for when we drive out to New England and live through winter in the coldest place EVER…a hat, which is freaking CUTE, and assorted other thises and thats.  We wandered our little family into Banana Republic, which we love and generally can’t afford, and found a sweater for John that we LOVE and a sweater for me that we LOVE…and they were on SUPER SALE.  We ended up getting two each, because how can you walk away from a perfect piece of clothing in a store you love and can hardly ever afford.  We also ended up with a scarf (for John) some gloves (for me) and I’m sure there was something else.

OH YEAH.

On the away home we were inspired…we needed a little bit of fun and there was only one thing we could think of.  KARAOKE REVOLUTION.  We then went home and sang the night away.  Camper had super fun listening to us butcher famous pop songs.  My personal best was “Can’t Hurry Love,” and John rocked “Tainted Love.”  Does that say something about us?  I halfway can’t wait to get back home to see my parents try it out.  Good times.

Last night was rough.  As in the no sleeping type of tough.  As in, when Camper got his 1am feeding and laid down, instead of staying asleep like he has so many times before, he woke up and freaked out all night.  Let’s hope for a better one tonight.  For shiz, a much, much better one.

Boogies

Friday, October 24th, 2008

So last night Camper started AGAIN with the congestion.  Poor kiddo.  I looked up his nose, and low and behold, there were boogies!!  I said to John,

“There are boogies! In the back of his holes!!”

John replied:

“Some people call those nostrils.”

It’s true.  I’m already losing my vocabulary.  Well, I soon found out (much to Camper’s dismay) that the sucker thing does not get out regular boogies, just snot.  So after a brief (and discouraged) interlude with a Q-Tip I realized that the boogies are in there to stay.  Until either a) they dry up enough to fall out or b) Camper sneezes, hard.  It’s driving me insane.  I can hear it when he breathes. It makes him spit out his pacifier.  Suggestions welcome.

Sleeping and Not Sleeping- What I’ve Learned After 1 Month of Parenthood

Wednesday, October 22nd, 2008

I just went and got Camper out of his crib and he is snoozing next to me as I write this.  Tip for first time parents: get a bouncy chair!  We bought a swing and called it good, but then I realized: what if I have to go to the bathroom?  Or wash dishes?  Am I really going to lug the big swing around everywhere?  Turns out Camper very nearly hates the swing and loves his little vibrating bouncy chair.  It gives us a few minutes here and there to do some things we need or want to do while he is comfortable and happy.  BOUNCY CHAIR.  Totally worth it.

So John took the night shift last night, sleeping in Camper’s room and everything.  I don’t really remember what exactly happened last night.  I know I tried to take my “nap” around 10:30, and failed.  It is SO FRUSTRATING to find yourself unable to sleep during alotted sleep time.  I came back into the living room and ended up losing it because I was so tired and had missed my “sleep window.”  Next thing I knew I was in bed (still sniffling, silly Erin) and falling asleep thinking that John was going to wake me in a couple hours so that I could get a little rest before hanging with C-Man while John slept.  When John came in I opened my eyes and saw SUNSHINE outside of the window.  SUNSHINE.  That means it was pass 7am!  In fact it was about 9am, and I had gotten (drumroll please) 7 HOURS OF SLEEP.  IN A ROW.  John is now sleeping a couple of hours before he goes to his class today, and I’m just super, super grateful for a husband that sees the breaking point and does more than kiss me on the forehead and say, “Sorry it’s so rough, love you, goodnight” and head off to bed.  We are in a unique position at the moment in that we have given in to poverty, started living off our savings, and dedicated the time before we move to being home with Camper and allowing John as much time as possible to concentrate on school.   This might be the only time we are ever able to do this- spend so much time together with our newborn baby.  One day there will be real jobs  and next time around we will have not one child but two.  I’m just trying to appreciate what we’ve got going here, even though I would probably pay the NICU double if I could have my favorite nurse work nighshifts for us here at home for a week so I could cuddle and chat with John before falling asleep again.

Honestly, I think Camper is doing pretty well the last couple of days on the sleeping front.  He has slept at least 3 or 4 hours in a row in his crib at night (starting at varied times) and about 2 or 3 hours crib sleep during the day.  The rest of his sleep is either on John or myself, or in the bouncy chair.  We really, really want to set him up to be an independent sleeper, which means following certain rules that make life a little difficult for us at times.

Rule #1) Camper does not sleep with us in our bed, or co-sleep at night.

I recognize that co-sleeping is important to some parents.  I admit it does feel nice to have his little body next to mine.  I do sometimes sleep with him in the little twin bed in his room during the day (ok….I did it ONCE in the big bed…but only during the day!!).  The days that John has school all day can be tiring and sometimes I need a nap.  You do what you have to do.  But I am so reluctant to co-sleep with him at night because although a newborn is easy to sleep with, a three year old, I’m guessing, is not.  I want him to be able to call out to us and have us come to comfort him, but not be in the habit of just “sleeping with Mom and Dad.”

Rule #2) After eating Camper gets crib time.

This may last 5 minutes, it may last 4 hours, it all depends on him.  When he is full and changed and burped and comfy we lay him down in his crib.  Sometimes he goes right to sleep, sometimes he screams, and sometimes he just lays there and looks at the stuff in his room.  If he cries we comfort him, give him some love and put him back.  Sometimes he does a fake cry, as in cries until we come into the room and then looks downright happy until we walk away.  Then we just play with him for a minute and then leave him on his own again.  When his cries escalate, we pick him up and give him love or see if he needs to burp.  If he’s just playing I’ll generally leave him in there for about 15 minutes and then go and get him and bring him out to hang with us because he’s not sleepy.  I relish the moments when I can teach him that he does NOT need to cry to get out of his crib, but just show us that he’s a happy, but not sleepy, baby.

Rule #3) Put a sleepy baby in bed, not a sleeping baby.

This happens more when I hold him than when John does, but sometimes Camper will get really wiggly, rub his eyes, and fuss a little when I’m rocking him.  This tells me that he is tired but uncomfortable, and wonder of wonders, wants to stretch out in his crib to sleep.  I like putting him in his crib when his eyes are open and pat his belly til he falls asleep because then he is AWARE he is in there.  Then he is less likely to fall alseep on Mom or Dad and wake up all alone.  Maybe he isn’t aware of anything this young, but as he gets older hopefully he’ll see that the crib is the sleeping place and be used to it.

Rule #4) When the eyes close, the pacifier comes out.

Oh my this one is hard.  We use pacifiers to calm Camper down and to give him something to suck.  Because he was breastfed for almost a month he grew accustomed to sucking, then eating, then sucking, then eating.  With a bottle you can’t do this because it will drown him if he’s not swallowing, and if the bottle is empty you are asking for hours of gassy screaming if you let him just suck on air for a bit.  Sometimes we use the pacifier in the middle of a feeding to slow him down a bit and simulate that “suckle, eat, suckle” routine he had going on before.  Sometimes the pacifier will calm him down, but only if he’s bored, not if he’s angry or hungry or uncomfortable.  When he falls asleep with a pacifier he will sleep until it falls out, and then there is screaming.  Thus when he gets comfy and hopefully before he is really asleep we take the binky away and let him just go solo.  Again, we hope that we’re setting him up to be able to sleep independent of a pacifier or being held or sleeping with Mommy and Daddy.  We’ll see how it goes.

As I re-read this I think two things.  First of all, a lot of our ideas came from The No Cry Sleep Solution, a book by Elizabeth Pantley.  What I like so much about this book is that it does not say, “Do it this way.”  It simply says that letting a baby “cry it out” and especially letting a newborn (who will not retain the “lesson” you are tyring to teach) “cry it out” is not really an effective way to teach a baby to sleep on his own.  Instead it offers a bunch of different techniques for different age children to help them feel comfortable and secure, and know that if they wake up alone that you will be back and be able to get themselves back to sleep.  It’s a totally non-inyourface type of book.

The second thing I’m realizing is that it sounds a little horrible.  Why not just hold your baby?  Why do you have to put him down all the time?  Well, honestly, I would love to have the strength and energy (and hands) to hold him all the time.  But the truth is I don’t.  Big people need sleep, too.  We also need to do laundry and eat and take showers.  Sometimes we just need to feel like we COULD do those things if we wanted to.  Also, Camper sleeps so much better in his bed.  As cozy as he LOOKS cuddled up on your chest he is much happier when he is awake if he had some good crib time as opposed to arm time.  We make sure we cuddle him lots (especially now that we bottle feed, we want him to feel secure and loved) but he needs good solid rest, too.

This is all quite a lot of work.  It requires a lot of patience, and sometimes you just want to break down and do the easy thing.  It’s so easy to fire up the heating pad and put him to sleep on your chest or lay him next to you in bed, stick his pacifier in and shut your eyes.  Before we brought him home I had this idea in my head that “night feedings” meant that the baby would wake up and cry, we’d feed him, and he’d go back to sleep.  I thought I’d be able to sleep in between.  But can I tell you- no, that’s NOT necessarily how it works.  So we’re working on it.  Who knows if any of this effort will amount to anything at all.  We mght be fighting this battle forever, but I really hope that doing the hard work now will result in a good, independent sleeper later.  We will see!

OH! And here’s a little bit of info for you.  YOUR BABY WILL SLEEP LIKE AN ANGEL IN THE HOSPITAL.  DO NOT ASSUME THAT THIS WILL BE HOW LIFE IS WHEN YOU GET HOME.  I remember thinking to myself, “Oh my gosh, my baby is amazing.  Eats, sleeps for 3.5 hours.  Diaper change, repeat!  I’d be totally fine if he kept this up!”  But our favorite nurse let us in on a little secret.  Birth is a traumatic process, so the first couple days after he came out Camper slept almost nonstop.  However, when you get them home they feel better, more energetic, and they’re getting used to the world.  All this translates into CRYING.  More than you ever knew.  Take advantage of your time in the hospital to sleep a little.  Trust me, you’re gonna need it.

Gotta Love Old People

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

As we were walking into the city building yesterday to register to vote (I’m registered in MA, not helpful…) an old guy stopped us by exclaiming, “THAT’S what I like to see.  I can tell you have a good marriage! You know how?”  I asked, “How?”  He motioned to John, “Because he’s carrying the baby!  That’s the way it should be!  And I know you have a wonderful marriage.” And then he added, “And if you didn’t, I’d know whose fault it was!”  And then I think I imagined a wink at John.  Yes…definitely imagined.  I said, “Yup, he’s a heavy baby!”  And Old Guy replied, “He’d carry him if he were a light baby.  I can tell! That’s what I like to see!”

Haha.  So apparently this means we have a good marriage.  I gotta tell you, the travel system we bought is amazing, I love moving Camper from the house to the car to the stroller with so much ease…but carrying the carrier all by itself is not so fun.  There is this whole lead ball at the end of my arm feeling, and then the odd angle that you have to hold your arm so the baby doesn’t shift around too much.  So yes, I agree.  We have a very good marriage.  Plus, if John carries the baby, he doesn’t have to carry the baby’s BAG.  The bag that I love.  But I love the husband, too.

So I lied about the hiatus

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

So I just learned that if your baby is sleeping, and sooooo cute in his crib, it is NOT a good idea to take a picture of him.  With flash.  Poor little guy, almost gave him a conniption.  So yes, last night went better.  Our first night home was full of no sleeping- most especially for John who insists that sleepless Moms make no milk (which is to a certain extent, true) and felt a little stressful looking forward to months of trying to make a little person with a very limited communication skills happy.  Night number two went much, much better.  I took the early shift, fed him and sat with him when he cried.  He fell asleep and when he woke up John took the middle shift.  The whole process was made a little easier by the purchase of a bouncy chair, which placed next to the futon seems to make him happy enough to let Mom or Dad snooze on the couch for a bit.  Third feeding was followed by sleep.  He slept from 5:30 til about 9, allowing both Mom and Dad to get some good sleep.  Well, it seemed like good sleep to me, anyway.  John needs to sleep a little more today to get ready for school to begin again tomorrow.

And yes, the schedule is quite grueling.  It’s feed Camper, pump, clean up, try to eat/drink something, try to sleep, then get up and start again.  Last night we replaced one of the sleeping cycles with a trip to Babies’ R Us and the grocery store.  Getting out in the real world makes that desperate feeling abate a little, although I really didn’t want to leave Camper here.  But my Mom and Dad were here and sat with him while he slept, and he didn’t even know that we were gone.  Except that he had some new presents when he woke up.

We’ve been told that we should keep Camper out of public spaces for three months.  This seems like a long time, but combine the fact that he spent a week in the NICU with an infection, and combine the beginning of cold and flu season, and we get house arrest for a while.  Whatever is best for my little Camper.  If you feel like checking it out, I’m going to try and post some new photos over at codenamecamper.com later on today.  If you have access go on over and check it out, and if you desire access then sign up and we’ll get you through so you can see our baby boy.  Meanwhile, I think it’s time for a smakeral.  For me, not him.

I still want to update with some of the things I learned while in the NICU, but hunger and my baby are calling.  We’ll see if I can get time to do the pictures later.

Just Another Day Probed by Healthcare Professionals

Friday, August 29th, 2008

Today we slept in a wee because we had a morning appointment with our baby doctor.  I was told, through her examinations, that Camper is indeed head down (although the ease with which she was able to figure that out made me a little scared that he has a monster-sized dome), that I’m pretty much ready to go any time (we did the strep test today in prep for birth), and that she’s ready to discuss the birth-plan type arrangements whenever we are…although she says, “Most of them, honestly, are pretty much the same.”  Which actually comforts me a little.  She seems to favor a sooner than later labor situation, which is comforting as well.  Although my iron is up (as is my weight :( ) I am still on the low-side of nourished, so we’ll just keep working on it as we have been and hoping it gets high enough to sustain me through the birthing process.  She also indicated that we can do whatever we want with regard to immunizations at birth, but her opinion is that they rarely cause the problems that people claim them to cause, and in some cases could not cause the problems that people claim they cause.  She’s a big advocate of the Vitamin K shot, and I think the only other one we have to yay or nay is Hepatitis…I think they save the other ones until later checkups.  We will see, I’ve got to find out a little more info about it.

In other news- I think we are seriously ready.  We took a little trip to the store tonight for some butt cream and wipes and changing table stuffs…and really…I don’t think we should be allowed to buy anything else.  So bring it on, Camper!  We’re ready!!

Work today felt a little long- getting ready for payroll next week.  I’m now training my replacement, which is a lot of work.  Don’t get me wrong, she is so nice and I’m very VERY glad she accepted our offer.  She is very capable and my favorite candidate for sure.  I just didn’t realise that training in general… is hard.  I don’t think I’ve ever had to explain such a large amount of specific processes and information with someone before.  Everything I do I have to talk through- and I didn’t really realise how effortlessly I go through the tasks of the day.  I guess I have been doing all this for awhile now, and again, I’m reminded that I do like (most of) the work.  I’m just glad that I randomly got this payroll job with a bunch of fun people and was able to learn and gain confidence in a new skill set.  Another little something that has expanded me a bit that I just stumbled into.  I’m sad to let it go…but I’m working toward it.  Maybe in a couple weeks I can cut down a little more to make sure I’m not overtired for when the baby comes.  It’s amazing how much I can want to be lazy and not work at all, but be so reluctant to let it go, too.
I guess it’s just so final.  I just won’t be working.  And even if I wanted to, we’d have to figure out what to do with this new little person we’ve created.  Crazy, huh?  We are going to have someone else to worry about.  Someone who can’t drive or stay home alone…or even eat without me giving him food.  A litttllee tripppyyyy if you ask me.

So yes, we’ve got a restful long weekend ahead of us.  We’re probably going to hide tomorrow, seeing as how BYU is playing the first game of the season down the street.  Traffic hell, anyone?  My Mom cleaned the entire house while I was at work today (I asked her what her plans were for the day and she said, “Oh, I don’t know,” and was TOTALLY planning on cleaning everything, I KNOW it) so we can all relax tomorrow.  She’s a good one, huh?  I’m totally spoiled.  Maybe I’ll read something.  Or watch a movie.  Or lay in the backyard.  We’ll see.  I just know I’m NOT going to work, and I’m NOT buying baby stuff.  Or any stuff if I can help it.  Just reellaaaxxxx…..

The Weekend Ends

Sunday, August 24th, 2008

The weekend is dying down. It’s another one of those Sunday afternoons that I can’t really remember what it was that I’ve been doing for the last couple of days…

Friday was work and then we all stopped by my friend’s wedding reception to give our congratulations. It was just up the canyon, so we stopped in, said hi, had a brownie, and high tailed it back down. I can’t believe last summer it was me standing in a reception line thanking everyone for coming to see us. From receiving line to receiving blanket in one year. I’d say we don’t waste any time.

Saturday was pretty restful. We went and saw Alicia, Chad, and new baby Spencer. Spencer is such a cutie- 7lbs. and 7 oz. I can’t believe 7 lbs. can look so small. He seems like a pretty laid back baby. You know, most newborns are until they figure out the hunger situation and learn that crying gets people’s attention. Holding him made me want Camper on the outside even more- it’s so close to time. I’m anxious to hold him and wrap him and feed him, and see if with him on the outside this pain in my back goes away…But mostly just to hold him. It was funny during church today- John poked him and Camper poked back. They’re already playing around.

So yes…there was church today, more time checking up on Alicia and family, and then a nap. Hmmm…re reading this post I think I might be boring…but I HAVE been reading a lot more lately! Of the books I’ve really enjoyed there was The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, by Laure R. King. I didn’t think I’d like it at all, it’s kind of a mystery/coming of age type novel complete with Sherlock Holmes and kidnappings, etc. I really liked it though- and it’s a series- so perhaps I’ll have to pick up the rest. Then The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. (What’s with the bee theme?) I can’t believe I had never read that one before. Sad, but real. Then there was Little Men, Louisa May Alcott. It was really sweet to read, but one of those things that you can only take so much of before the sheer goodness of the characters starts to make you feel depressed. I’m kind of excited, because we started a book club at work, and the first one we chose was My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult. I really wanted to start something with the girls at work so that after the baby comes I still have an excuse to see them and get out a bit- maybe even a deadline of something to read. So I’m in the middle of that one, which seems a little weighty, perhaps. But good. And then last night I started reading Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged again. I meant to lend it to a friend, but when I got it out I wanted to remember what makes me so mad at it and still like it so much at the same time. So I guess if my posts seem a little low-action, it’s because most days if I’m not at work or taking a swim with John or my Mom, I’m laying in bed or in my chair and reading something. Here’s to justified laziness as I finish growing my baby :)  But as for now, I’m thinking a little walk around the canyon might be in order before I come back home to resume Sunday restfulness.