… are thrilled by Conrad’s new mobility.
Year: 2008
“Look at that handsome baby in the dishwasher!”
“I love him.”
Now I remember.
I just spent the last two hours picking a WordPress theme for this blog and designing the header “most of which I yoinked from a WordPress theme download site, so I figure that’s fair game”. It made me remember why I was most prolific as a blogger when I was between jobs. It can be an incredible time sink, and a wonderful distraction.
In the time since I started this blog in 2003 “or the blog that this has become”, I’ve had three different jobs, gotten married, bought a new house and had a baby. Things are almost immeasurably changed for me since my blog heyday. I said a long time ago in my daddy blog that I didn’t want to repeat tired parenting cliches as though they were profound new discoveries. That being said, I can barely remember the feeling of having an entire evening, an entire day, an entire week to kill and looking for something – a blog, for instance, or lurking in online dating sites – to fill it.
If it sounds like I’m wistful for that feeling, I’ll point out there’s another feeling I haven’t forgotten: worrying about paying the mortgage. Trust me, I am not wistful for that feeling. I have no wist whatsoever in that regard. When it comes to that feeling, I am completely wistless.
The only thing he loves more than pulling hair…
… is chewing on hair. Jean is more often the victim of that. Some mornings she leaves for work looking like a spaniel has retrieved her.
But he also likes giving big, sloppy, open-mouthed kisses:
Sleeping Late
One of Dave’s posts reminded me that I wanted to relate a little story of last Saturday morning. Usually Conrad sleeps until about 6 or a little before. He’ll stir and make some little noise and by about 6:30, it has increased in volume enough to roust us out of bed.
Last Saturday, however, I awoke with a start at 6:30 to hear absolutely no noise. My mama sense was on high alert and I rushed into the boy’s room, only to find him sleeping soundly. I put my hand on his back to make sure he was still breathing and returned to bed.
In some just world, I would have drifted off until the normal morning routine began. But no, in this new ‘something must surely be wrong’ state of mind, I was compelled to return to his room every ten minutes until he awoke. At 7:15. Which is a lovely time for a baby to wake up on a Saturday morning. I wish I could have enjoyed it.
Life lessons
If there’s one thing a child can learn from the book “Sheep in a Jeep,” it’s that sheep cannot be relied upon in a crisis.