October 21st, 2010

skills

I am inaugurating a new category on the blog… parenting. As in, OMFG, how are we allowed to be parents? WTF do we know about being parents? And seriously, they let us take an infant home?

The people have finally left and the Chop and I are on our own. Just us, the baby, a dog and two cats — it’s a riot. Having my mom here for so long was amazing and frankly, if she wanted to move in, we’d welcome her with open arms. Laundry was done, dishes were washed, food was made, the baby was watched while we napped — and more than one night she walked and bounced Peanut until he fell asleep, allowing the Chop and I to get some much needed sleep.

We had so much family in and out over the past two weeks though, that the Chop and I hadn’t really gotten a chance to just experience having the baby (outside the womb) by ourselves. And aside from him eating nonstop (omg, my boobs), we think we’re doing a pretty good job.

Of course, we decided to walk to coffee and CVS today, in 50 degree weather, with him in short-sleeved pajamas (with a hat!), with only one blanket in a Moby wrap. Did I mention it got windy? And started raining right after we got home? And that he started crying in CVS and I had to walk out of the store? We didn’t actually make it to coffee — once he started crying in CVS, we decided to head home. Of course, then he fell asleep on the (short) walk back home. But no worries, once we got in the house and stopped moving, he woke up looking to eat.

Things they don’t tell you: babies eat ALL the time. Like every 1.5 hours, and that’s from the start of them eating — and if they eat slower, you could be feeding them for an hour and then thirty minutes later, it’s snack time again!