This is how I put Benji down for his nap.
He had a short nap, and I left him alone in his crib for about 30 minutes after he woke up (showering occasionally is advisable).
Here’s what I found when I came in.
I’m guessing that all the thumping I heard may have played a role. This is the only time I wish we had a video monitor – I wish I could have seen him moving!
Yesterday he rolled over back to front for the first time. Our days of staying put are clearly numbered.
Benji’s visual acuity seems better, too: he stares at shadows and has started trying to pull the printing off our shirts.
It’s just been a busy few days. Last week it seemed like the days filled up so fast, I couldn’t catch up. There was work, bike training, and Benji — my life feels full.
I’m enjoying the bits I’m learning about the finance stuff for my job. It’s very reminiscent of my time with Charles River, in that both industries are heavily federally regulated and involve lots of paperwork. Apparently that appeals to me, because as I’ve started to do a bit of work for Laurie, it’s felt like coming back to a career I’m suited for. I’m interested and excited to learn more.
And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.
Ian is off in Texas spending the weekend with his best buds in the world, Ben and Dan (no coincidence that our son is Benjamin Daniel) and Ryan. I’m “single parenting,” but really it just means I begged for extra help from absurdly willing grandparents. Many thanks to all grandparents for their extra help this week/weekend. The only tough part is getting up every night with Benji, when normally we split night duty.
Does not even nature itself teach you that if a man has long hair, it is a dishonor to him, but if a woman has long hair, it is a glory to her? For her hair is given to her for a covering.
1 Corinthians 11:14-15
Today Benji woke up half an hour early, was grumpy all morning, and only slept for an hour during his first, almost 100%-reliably-two-hour-long nap. The rest of the day has gone along those lines, including what may have been a high or low point, depending on your perspective.
This sign recently appeared between the elevators in the building where I go to physical therapy.
I wonder how often people have lost things down the elevator shafts, that they feel a need to put up a sign about it.
“I love mooshed broccoli with milk!” I cannot for the life of me get Benji to open his mouth when he doesn’t want to (Mom has some sneaky way of weaseling the spoon into a Fort Knox-like mouth), but we have a new feeding technique: Let Benji feed himself. Sort of, anyway.
Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.
Hi, my name is Katie. It’s been five days since I last pumped.
And can I just say I’m loving it? I’m not done with the weaning — once started it’s darn hard to stop milk production, even with the somewhat crazy, extreme measures I’m willing to take — but every day I feel a little more comfortable. For now, I’m moderately comfortable and well able to get through my day without pumping. This frees up so much time, I hardly know what to do with myself. On top of the extra hours a day, I find myself much less anxious all the time. Here’s what I did on Saturday, and how it would have gone with pumping: