Most mornings, through groggy, sleepy eyes, I will fix her a beautiful, gourmet breakfast, with assortments of fresh fruits and all--while for myself? I can barely manage to pour my coffee. True story. Because my insides are crying to just sit down, at the kitchen table, with my coffee and laptop.
I try not to do too much (especially in the form of going out) until after Eme's 1st naptime. By then? I'm awake, have had coffee, and typically a coke zero, so I'm set to go.
I have an internal freak-out when I think I left the house without my cell phone. In fact, about 3-4x a week I will have Declan call my phone so I can run around the house and find it before we leave.
However, I never have the ringer turned on. But I can hear the cell phone buzz in any room of the house, no joke.
The sad thing is? That 9 times out of 10, my phone is in my BACK POCKET, or deep in the abyss of my diaper bag, in my hand.
So whenever I do my panicfreakout about my missing cell phone? My dear, sweet, husband--rolls his eyes.
I'm a little forgetful, so what?
Recently, Emeline found her bumbo seat which was
thrown behind the couch in storage. She hasn't sat in the thing for more than six months. But? Suddenly? She thinks it's the coolest thing ever.
Which, is great for me because if she's sitting in the bumbo, cuddling either her mickey mouse, baby doll, or her pammy the penguin, she will sit still and watch an entire 24 minute episode of some
dumb awesome kiddie show.
And while I am not a tv-pusher, nor do I advocate hours of tv for your toddler---dude, that little bit of time is pretty useful for a momma to get something productive done
I severely miss my TV shows in the summer. I sometimes talk about the characters as if they're real. You know, like Leslie & Ben from Parks and Recreation. Oh, how I miss their office romance.
Okay, so I'm weird. But, I do miss my regular programming in a pathetic way.
We often put off things around the house and say, "We'll do it this weekend!"
We have high hopes.
But, barbeques, family time, festivals, ice cream, deck-time, and wagon rides all outweigh to-do lists in the summer. Hence, nothing seems to get done, and I'm kind of okay with that.
I hate to read books. I'll read other things...magazines, blogs, you know. But, books? I can't. I never finish them. The task of reading a book daunts me. I'm fearful I'll pass this onto my kid and I can't live with myself if I do.
We started reading her Bible Bedtime Stories book before bed. She LOVES it, and so do I. She will snuggle in, rest her head on your chest, and pay attention to every word you say. She points to the pictures and talks to the book, it's freaking adorable. Prior to this? She had no interest in books. So it worried me.
I think we may be all good on the book-front, now.
I have major 1st time parent syndrome. When Eme does something that simply amazes me (but I'm sure is totally normal and right on track), I wanna be all, ohmygosh my kid is so smart! And? I even call Declan at work sometimes to share with him.
Yea, I'm that mom.