What Else?

Just a quick note:

No more bronchitis. Annabelle started preschool. It’s too soon to say “how it’s going.” She likes it and she doesn’t like it. We’ll see . . .

Levi is attached. Seriously. He is always in a baby carrier. He let’s other people (read husband) hold him when they place him in a baby carrier and move, move, move, move, move . . . I’d write “move” again, but that would just be redundant, :-)

I thought Levi had colic. Whoa, that was a rough week. I discovered he doesn’t feel so hot when I eat dairy foods and chew sugar free gum. No more dairy. No more gum. Happy Levi.

Thanks to Levi, we are getting to know our neighbors. Sure, we knew them before but my baby boy may have the heart of an outdoors man . . . he likes to be outside, so we go outside. I bought a tailgating chair (which my husband says is oh-so-classy) and I sit in the parking lot in front of our house nursing my baby. Annabelle and the neighborhood kids draw with sidewalk chalk, ride their bikes and trikes, and run races around the lot (which is something of a cul-de-sac in our townhome community). Of course, the kids are more than a little interested in a new baby, so Levi has something a fan club. Annabelle doesn’t mind this; she announces her status with pride, “Oh yeah, well I’m his big sister.”

And I’m doing great. Really, I am. I try to shower everyday. I wash my hair. I even manage to apply make up and get dressed. This is a little tricky though. Levi likes to watch me do this from a front row seat. I wear him in the ergo while getting ready, so this little man is going to know a thing or two about a woman’s beauty routine. He doesn’t seem to mind, so far . . .

We go places. I reward myself with trips to Starbucks. I have only had one awful, awful outing and this happened when I brought along our stroller. After removing Levi to place him back in the baby carrier (what was I thinking by trying to put him anywhere but the carrier?), the double stroller lost its balance and Annabelle nearly tipped over backwards; fortunately, my sharp mommy skills let me move swift as a fox . . . I swooped in and came to her rescue, balancing the stroller and encouraging her to hop in the stroller’s other seat (she likes to ride in the back seat where the smaller, lighter weight kid is supposed to ride). Anyway, my point is, we’re making our way outside of the home. And it’s good. But, it’s not without mom learning something new now and again.

Like . . . Levi hates riding in cars. He yells a lot. A lot. I’ve learned that my best bet for riding in cars with a Levi is to nurse him, wear him, and have him fall asleep and then slide his big old baby self into the carseat where I quickly snap him in and instruct his sister, with a whispering voice, to hop into her seat. That works. Guess what doesn’t? Rushing. Poking Levi in his face (that would Annabelle) and shouting, “Hi Levi!” This upsets him. A lot.

What else? I miss blogging. But, I also like spending these moments admiring my baby. Staring at his tiny fingers and toes, his chubby cheeks and double, double chins. Hearing his little heh-heh sighs and nursing him before he even completely rouses as he lays beside me each night. It is wonderful to have a newborn again. Oh and it is so much work too. Which is why I think it is ambitious of me to say that I would like to try and blog once a week. Again, we’ll see . . . I am not a superwoman. But again, we’ll see . . . writing is my outlet; I need it, so maybe I’ll be around more than I think and then again, maybe now is the time for living, for finding out what to write about next . . .

See you when I see you.

Take care,

Jessica