bethysmalls

Oh Em Geee! It’s FREE TIME!!!

This morning, Bruno woke up for good at around 6am which is awesome. The past few days it’s been closer, much closer, to 5am and there have been several wakings in the night due to a touch of congestion he has. He had been taking his morning nap at about the same time, 8am, but I figured that was because he would doze a little while taking his morning nurse. All of this is significant because today is Monday. On Monday and Tuesday Bruno goes to daycare. I work at 10am and therefore must drop him off by 9:30 so an 8am nap is crucial if there is to be a nap at all. Well. Today. I put Bru down at 8 and he yawned twice so I figured we were in business but as I left the room he was babbling away. Not a good sign if you’re not familiar with my baby’s napping habits. So I go into my room and lay down for my sympathy nap and 5 minutes later there was no longer babbling… but there was whining. And then the whining turned to crying and then the crying turned to SCA-REAAAAMING. This is what is known as “Winding Up” where as “Winding Down” is desired.

So I started to freak out which is what I do, after all. And then I set my timer. Usually he’s asleep by 5 minutes but I give him 10 just in case. No luck. And I’m in unfamiliar waters because not only is this a weird day because he’s stuffy and runny but IF he even falls asleep I’m going to have to wake him at 9 so that he can nurse before daycare. AND he’s been taking naps farther apart the last week  so on TOP of it all he may be transitioning out of this nap anyway! So, again, I started to freak out. (Not that I had calmed down at all since the last freak out but it was for a new reason. So.)

Then I thought to myself, “He must not be ready for a nap. And if he does fall asleep, he won’t get a good rest in so… I’ll just take him to daycare! Hooray!” So here I am at 9:06am writing! And there is a cat on my right arm who misses me very much. It’s weird being home without the baby and while for the most part, I’d prefer him strapped to me 24/7, since I have to take him to daycare on these days, it’s kind of nice to sit here in my house and be Beth for a few minutes instead of just Mama. Or Ama as Bruno likes to say*.

No if you’ll excuse me, I have to go read people.com because that is what Beth likes to do.

*Bruno does not technically call me Ama. When he cries, sometimes he cries Ama and we are drawing the conclusion that he is referring to me. He only uses this word while crying but I’m counting it.

Hi everyone! With the semester starting and my baby starting to cruise, ohdeargod, I haven’t been updating as much as I would like to. I want to thank everyone EVERYONE for checking in and reading my ramblings. I really appreciate the support and the comments and the love.

Ok, Bruno is trying to climb out of the bouncy seat so I’ll smell ya later!

We just picked Bruno up from daycare and he had rave reviews! “Such a happy baby!” and “he chugged his milk!”

Yesterday when I called to check on my boy, the woman who answered told me that 1) he cried all day and 2) he is spoiled. Whaaa?!

As she continued I realized that what she meant was he 1) cried when put down and 2) likes to be held. Nonetheless, I cried after the phone call and have been obsessing over whether or not my baby is spoiled.

So. Let’s pretend that first day never happened and that way everybody wins. Hooray!!

His expression here does not reflect his mood when I left him a few minutes ago. But it’s nice to pretend!

Today was Bruno’s 1st day of daycare and I put a cute outfit on him and totally meant to take a picture of him on his first day and I was too distracted by the other litlle kids bein mean to eachother and then freaking out about it that I DIDN’T TAKE A PICUTRE. And I’ll never get that first day back and I’ll have my mom card revoked!!!!!

<———- me now. sad faced.

Over the summer, our childcare consisted of a patchwork of friends and family and “take your baby to work” days. Slightly hectic but totally great as there was relatively no cost, very little germ exposure and lots of flexibility. Over the last couple of weeks that has mostly fallen apart and with preseason starting for fall sports this week, Bruno will be going to daycare starting tomorrow. I’m sad. And nervous. And completely overreacting because it’s only two days a week… But the freaking SWINE FLU you guys! It’s suppused to knock us all on our ass this coming Fall/Winter and my baby is so perfect the way he is and isn’t daycare really just a big Petrie dish?!?

Anyway he starts tomorrow and so does a much harder schedule and it all boils down to less time with my boys. I’m sad.

I’m also up WAY past my bedtime and I’ve got an emotionally trying day ahead of me. Wish me luck and send me and the little one anti-microbial thoughts.

xox
bethysmalls