Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Juggling
Fact: You can't fully appreciate your parents until you have kids of your own. Then you see both how much they've loved you all this time and how much work they've done to take care of you. Love is a wonderful thing, and it's not only enough to make the work worthwhile, but it also makes you crazy enough to want to do it again. At some point.
Now that Avery is three months old, I can't help but think that many moms would be back to work about now. Can I just say, I have no idea how they do it. We're still up at least a couple of times during the night, and while there is almost no crying now and I haven't had to turn on the infomercials in more than a month, there is still enough exhaustion that I've fallen asleep in the glider. For an hour or more. Granted, I do work, but thankfully I can do my writing and editing when it's convenient for me, at home. I've never been afraid to work hard (Ken Berry at 10! Child labor, anyone?), but taking care of an infant full time is by far the toughest job I've ever had. Babies might sleep for 14 hours a day, but Avery sleeps 10 minutes here and an hour there...and so far, not predictably. I'm also busy trying to keep us from getting buried alive by laundry. And making dinner, which I'm proud to report I'm doing regularly again, finally. And, on occasion, showering, which I've done with one leg out of the shower to keep bouncing Avery in her bouncer.
So sometimes I can't respond to emails. Or voice mails. Sometimes I get interrupted putting on shoes. I've been wearing only one shoe for about an hour now.
Also keeping me busy? Leaves. Fall out here is absolutely gorgeous. So beautiful that it almost makes up for some of the New Jersey nastiness. Here is the view from our front porch on Sunday, midway through raking our front yard.
This was today, after a storm blew threw last night. I had to laugh at the few remaining leaves struggling to hang on to the tree.
And because I know you people don't visit to get a leaf report: Avery is now babbling at us like crazy, and we've also started earning huge gummy grins regularly. Sometimes she looks at us like we're being doofuses, but sometimes those doofuses are funny! Unfortunately, she knows when I'm trying to capture giggles and grins, and she wants to have the upper hand and so refuses to give me what I want. So smart already.
Now that Avery is three months old, I can't help but think that many moms would be back to work about now. Can I just say, I have no idea how they do it. We're still up at least a couple of times during the night, and while there is almost no crying now and I haven't had to turn on the infomercials in more than a month, there is still enough exhaustion that I've fallen asleep in the glider. For an hour or more. Granted, I do work, but thankfully I can do my writing and editing when it's convenient for me, at home. I've never been afraid to work hard (Ken Berry at 10! Child labor, anyone?), but taking care of an infant full time is by far the toughest job I've ever had. Babies might sleep for 14 hours a day, but Avery sleeps 10 minutes here and an hour there...and so far, not predictably. I'm also busy trying to keep us from getting buried alive by laundry. And making dinner, which I'm proud to report I'm doing regularly again, finally. And, on occasion, showering, which I've done with one leg out of the shower to keep bouncing Avery in her bouncer.
So sometimes I can't respond to emails. Or voice mails. Sometimes I get interrupted putting on shoes. I've been wearing only one shoe for about an hour now.
Also keeping me busy? Leaves. Fall out here is absolutely gorgeous. So beautiful that it almost makes up for some of the New Jersey nastiness. Here is the view from our front porch on Sunday, midway through raking our front yard.
This was today, after a storm blew threw last night. I had to laugh at the few remaining leaves struggling to hang on to the tree.
And because I know you people don't visit to get a leaf report: Avery is now babbling at us like crazy, and we've also started earning huge gummy grins regularly. Sometimes she looks at us like we're being doofuses, but sometimes those doofuses are funny! Unfortunately, she knows when I'm trying to capture giggles and grins, and she wants to have the upper hand and so refuses to give me what I want. So smart already.
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