I think I like being outside. It sure has been awhile since I've enjoyed the outdoorsy-ness that pervades around this house. It's neat out there.
Being a breastfeeding mama to a newborn, I have come to realize that I need cable. I mean, there is only so many times I can handle watching reruns of The View...then Dr. Phil....then Sex and the City. Day turns to night and I am watching David Letterman. I could read a book. (but it has to be a smallish paperback. The hardcovers are harder to manage)
Yesterday I mopped (after 3 wks of not) and managed to do the dishes that had been sitting for 2 days. But I did these things in fast motion (really fast), knowing that The Babe wouldn't nap long. (she is in this new thing of sleeping in my arms, but after I put her down... BLING! She's awake and wanting me to hold her.) She's not a real fussy baby..so this I am grateful. Anyhoo, it felt good to clean. I have grand ideas of cleaning the boys room and decorating my bedroom, but don't think it'll happen in this century.
I don't know how I took care of Lucas with Clancey as a toddler. I pretty much ignore my boys now. They make their own food and play outside all day. (who knows where they are) I guess I'll go look for them now.
2 comments:
Isn't it funny how you forget how intense those first few months with a newborn are? I think back on that time, and it seems a haze. I'd like you to know- I enjoy your writing very much, and I look forward to continued reading of your blog.
Borrow some of my DVDs when you come down. That'll cure your rerun blues.
Thank goodness your boys can take care of themselves. I wish mine could...
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