Wyatt got his shots again which means no more shots for 6 months. I just can’t stand to look at how his face goes from bright and cheery to totally shattered when the nurse sticks him with the needle. Talk about ripping my heart out.
Mark your calendars for this was the day we sat through an entire movie without interruption. No bottles to make. No diapers to change. No baby to entertain. It was a special two and a half hours.
I made a real dinner. With vegetables and everything. It felt like a nice change from going to the kitchen at 5:15 and yelling back at Ryan “I’m making a sandwich. You can eat whatever you want.”
I always describe my allergy/sinus headaches like it’s an elephant sitting on my face. But that’s not exactly accurate. It’s more like an elephant miniaturizes itself, crawls into my skull, then starts to grow back to full size while it’s still inside my head. Anyway. That’s pretty much what my Thursday consisted of.
I am sort of a forgetful person. I don’t remember names or phone numbers or addresses or where I left my keys. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise when I lost Wyatt’s baby blanket while we were out. What was surprising though is that it was the end of the freaking world because I lost the baby blanket. I don’t know. Maybe the steady stream of stress and hormones pumping through my system finally caught up with me. At least I can admit when I’m being irrational. I feel like I should get points for that. Or maybe some cookies. Something. Oh, I got the blanket back, by the way. Because after your have an irrational meltdown over a baby blanket you realize, hey fool, it’s probably just still at the restaurant where you ate tonight. And it was.
So, the child started sitting up on his own. I’m not really sure he needs to get into downward facing dog pose and then fling himself backward to make it happen, but he does it anyway. Probably to give me a stroke. Because he doesn’t want to be the only person in the house who drools all over everything.
My big accomplishment for the day (aside from successfully avoiding pants without an elastic waistband and watching like 37 episodes of Supernatural) was giving the child a bath. And I didn’t even really do it. I mostly just sat there and watched while Ryan gave the bath. There are kind of a lot of rolls to wash though, so maybe having a supervisor there isn’t so useless after all.