Not Me Monday: Baby’s first Halloween edition
- I did not let my four-month-old baby knaw on the pumpkin lid — twice — for a minute or two before taking it out of his hand. I would never expose my child to the damaging effects of pumpkin.
- I lit our jack-o-lantern every night, including Halloween. I would never forget or “not bother” to light it even once, ever, after we lit it for photos post-carving.
- I am quite sure the pumpkin will get to the dumpster in a timely matter this year. I would never keep a pumpkin on our deck for several months, because it got too moldy and gross to touch. Such a thing would never be the source of fights between me and Darling Husband.
- I was not supremely disappointed that we only got one (tiny) package of candy while “trick-or-treating” (a.k.a. driving around visiting people we knew). I had not had my heart set on mini-bags of cheesies.
- I was not in bed at 8 p.m. on Halloween night. I stayed up late, looked out the windows often and actually saw a trick-or-treater or two.
- I watched all of the Halloween movies on TV over the weekend, and had a bunch of those horror movie marathons — like all the single people on my Facebook friends list did. I really need more things to excite me and keep me up at night.
Apologies …
Sorry for falling off the blog-wagon last week. Sleep deprivation is a real, terrible, evil, no-good, very bad thing, and I’m doing my best to conquer it.
No, the cereal is not working. The bedtime routine does squat, apparently. Baby Boy and I are still up every two hours, except OOH, OOH, IT GETS BETTER: we were up every HOUR and sometimes every 30 MINUTES for the last couple of nights.
Please send sympathy. And mini-bags of cheesies.
You know you’re used to buying used baby clothes when …
Scene: Local grocery store (that also carries cute kids’ clothes), with my friend, C (and our two baby boys). C and I usually shop for baby clothes at secondhand stores, but we were both looking for specific things, so we were going to “shop new.”
ME: Baby Boy really needs some warmer sleepers, and I want some of those zippered ones. We only have one zip-up sleeper, and it’s sooo much easier than the snap ones in the middle of the night.
C: Yeah, the zippers are great.
ME (holding out two velour sleepers with zippers): I really should get these.
C: They’re really cute.
ME: But … they’re $12 each! Geez. I’m used to baby clothes costing like $1.
C: I know, it does seem like a lot when you’re used to secondhand.
ME: $12 for a sleeper! It’s highway robbery!
C: But think of how much you’ve saved, from all of the other secondhand stuff you’ve bought.
ME: Yeah, you’re right … But still, TWELVE DOLLARS!
I bought them. They are very cute. But they aren’t any cuter or nicer than my $1 sleepers. Just sayin’.
On being needed
And when somebody knows you well
Well, there’s no comfort like that
And when somebody needs you
Well, there’s no drug like that
I have always loved this song, and now that I am a mother, I find a whole new level of truth in those those two lines: “When somebody needs you/Well, there’s no drug like that.”
There is something inexplicable about having a baby who needs you. It is a high you can’t begin to understand until you live it.
Five things I do NOT miss about being pregnant
- The constant peeing
- The crippling heartburn
- Pain every time you walk/lug your enormous body around
- Being too uncomfortable to sleep
- The crazy hormones
- The ridiculous swelling
- The aches
- Incontinence while laughing
- The not-knowing (when labour would start, how it would go, what Baby Boy would look like, etc.)
- Feeling like crap in general
- Sore boobs
- What do you mean, this list was only supposed to have five items?
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