Separation Anxiety

All the books say that separation anxiety sets in at 9, 12 and 512 months. Right on queue, I returned to work on Monday and experienced this developmental stage. Luckily for us, we have a wonderful nanny at home keeping our boy happy, safe and in dry diapers.

It’s been complicated to embrace the new logistics of two working parents and a three month old infant. So far, I’ve been getting up first, feeding the boy, handing him off to Dave and getting ready to go.

Of course, this all depends on Conrad being compliant to wake up and eat at an appropriate time. Tuesday, for instance, our day started at 4:45am. Today at 6:30. Today was a better day.

I’ve also learned to not get dressed before I’m ready to walk out the door and to put on ‘play’ clothes immediately upon my return. I have a big spit up stain on my new shirt that I wore Monday as an object lesson.

Well, that explains it.

He was learning how to use his hands. Bonnie arrived this morning at 8:30 for her first day as Conrad’s nanny, and he celebrated by spending 10 minutes grabbing her fingers. It was very clear he had just figured out that those things on the ends of his arms are his hands, and that they can be made to do things other than randomly slap him on the head when he is trying to sleep.

It was fascinating to watch and it’s hard to explain why, but it was obvious we were watching a big step forward. So that means he’s supposed to sleep through the night for the next couple of nights. We’ll see. I’m watching him on the BlarkyCam right now and there’s definitely some flailing going on.


BlarkyCam goes to 11

Bonnie’s first day went very well. Jean went out for a coffee with our friend Abe and when she got home Bonnie was not only still here, but reading a book while Conrad napped. She’s already planning activities for them to do together. Next week they’re starting banjo lessons.