right back in the rut

I think I may finally be fully recovered from my baby-free respite. Going from life with baby to life without for a few days is disturbingly easy, especially after experiencing the beauty of dinner out and a great night's sleep.

Looks like Philadelphia has been moving right along while I have been stuck at home. There are new bars, new stores, brand new cool kids in brand new cool kid clothes. New drink specials and new fusion food spots(Cubano-Italiano? Papaya lasagna? No thanks) keep on keeping people happy. But lucky for me, my goofball friends are still doing the same goofball stuff and we had a ton of fun doing it. We hit some old spots and told some old stories, especially old Lora stories which are particularly funny now that I'm a mom. Remind me to tell you the one about the port-a-potty and the cowbell. That will be a great one for the kids some day.

I only really missed Jake for about fifteen minutes when I was watching the news and the reporter spoke of a baby who went missing in Delaware. Then they got to a human interest story about seeing eye dogs and I totally got over it.

I hate to admit it, but I find myself aging out of my pre-baby scene, and the scene finds me aging too. Friday night the bouncer called me ma'am for godsakes. I need to stop going to bars where I need a handstamp. Especially now that they don't ask me for ID.
Right before that, three girls in the subway hid their new weed pipe when they saw me coming. "Here comes some lady- hide that." "Whatever, she probably doesn't even know what it is." "So what, just put it away I think I see the cops coming." Oh, please, your mother knows what that is. I'm sure she must be really old. Like in her mid-to-late thirties old. And lay off the pot, it is SO 1972 and you're getting paranoid.
Earlier that day when I couldn't get my bus pass to work the bus driver said "Can I help you Missus?". Please note that I don't wear a wedding ring which might, might warrant the title.
I have been so wrapped up in watching Jake get bigger for the past year that I forgot about time passing. Instead of following the calendar I have been tracking pregnancy weeks and baby milestones. July of 2006 snuck right up on me. I can hardly remember to write the correct year on my checks.

Jake seems to be recovering from his long weekend too. He looked huge when I saw him on Saturday after three days away from him. That kid can grow, and his legs now hang out of his swing at the knees. He had some sleeping and eating issues for the first two days back but he slept through last night and is almost back on his eating schedule. He isn't good with time shake-ups, so I guess that is what happened. I just can't go back to the night feedings. I'll die. And I don't know what he got a taste of over there, but it didn't bode well with the old digestion, which becomes my problem as much as it becomes Jake's. I still can't get used to the diaper changes, especially when they are bad. And these were Bad. I'm gagging right now just thinking about it. Ack. But it was totally worth the few days off. So who gets him next? Any takers?