First, the good news: We had a lovely Shabbat dinner last night. Drew had fixed asparagus and pasta for us, so by the time I got home from synagogue we were able to eat as soon as I walked in the door. During dinner I gave Rachel a crust of dinner bread -- fancy supermarket bread with olives in it -- and she had a blast gnawing on it, biting it and gumming it until she generously handed it back to me, as she does with all of her food these days. She'll take a bite of a Cheerio or cracker or strawberry and when it's completely covered with her saliva, she sticks out her hand with the food in it toward me and gives a big smile. I have no idea why she does this. Maybe she wants to know if I'm proud of her?
I did take a picture of her eating bread. When I have time, I'll post it to my Facebook account. We are frantically busy these days getting the house ready for her 1-year-old birthday celebration. Plus, we are insulating the attic and it is a mess upstairs. We have to figure out where dozens of empty boxes, plus old screens and window frames, will end up -- in our basement or at a home recycling center?
Bottom line: I've been kinda busy.
And now the bad news: Rachel decided that 1 a.m. was an excellent time to scream and sob for no reason. It was the second time last night she did that and the third time this week. I am hoping hoping hoping this is not a repeat of the agony we went through this spring, when she seemed to have forgotten how to sleep through the night. Since I work a 7 a.m. to 3 p.m. shift on Saturdays, it was critical that I get sleep. So I went to the basement, turned on a CD of ocean sounds and...couldn't get to sleep for another two hours, between Drew stomping around angrily upstairs, trying to calm The Little Girl down, and me being hungry (as I always am when Rachel wakes me up). I ate a cup of applesauce but it was still a while before I could fall asleep.
Last week I visited a friend with a new baby and got envious of those first few weeks of mommyhood. Now I am back to envying women (like the rabbi's wife I met last night) with kids old enough to SLEEP THROUGH THE NIGHT, PERMANENTLY. The rabbi's wife has 4 kids -- a 16-year-old boy and 10-year-old triplet girls. Her figure was trim, she was friendly and didn't look old and worn out.
I don't know how she does it.
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I think it's probably because her kids are not small anymore. Life was getting so much easier for me when Calvin and Camilla were 4 and 6. Then ... Goldie arrived!
ReplyDeleteI'd love to sit in on your Shabbat dinner sometime!