Nicholas is an eater. A grower. At one day short of seven weeks old, he is wearing size 3-6 month clothes. When I brought him home, I had to roll up the sleeves on the newborn and preemie sizes. Not bad for a kid who was born nearly a month early. Not bad for any kid. He keeps me up a whole lot at night, but I don't mind. He's such a good eater that I can lean back and fall asleep while he nurses. And he's so strong that when he's done, he usually climbs up and nuzzles his head under my chin. Sometimes I keep him there and sometimes I put him in the bassinet. He prefers the former. Me too.
Most days are spent the same way, but on the couch rather than up in bed. We get out sometimes. Sometimes not. People come over. I ask them to excuse the mess. It's not terrible, just enough to make me wonder what the hell I do all day that it doesn't get done.
Jacob is a dream these days, despite a tiny dip in his grades as shown in the test folder he brought home last week. I expected it. He still hasn't gotten anything lower than an 88%, but he's been warned that it can't continue or I'll... I'll... I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Um... No television on weekends and he'll do worksheets on Saturdays and Sundays. I secretly cut television out of most weekdays. I don't think he noticed. Not that there is time anyway.
I really should have thought out that repercussion before telling him that the grades slipping can't continue. I hesitated, but I think he was so nervous about it that he appreciated the hesitation. That's what I'll tell myself.
I haven't watched more than a couple hours of television since my maternity leave began. It's freeing. I read more now. I'm finally getting to Bossypants and I most recently finished Jeffrey Eugenides' The Marriage Plot. I loved his Middlesex more, and The Virgin Suicides less. But I love all three books. I guess I should say that Bossypants is written by Tina Fey. It's good. Ish. I'm not one for autobiographies and memoirs.
I like that it's a local book, and I know the places she speaks of.
Sentences ending in prepositions are so gross.
Places of which she speaks.
Back when I took maternity leave for Jacob I couldn't do much reading. Back in the olden days we had real live bound books and you sort of needed two hands for them. With my Nook and iPad an smartphone, both which have Nooks loaded into them, I can read for as long as the battery stays charged. Which is pretty much how long Nicholas eats anyway, so it all works out.
I've been working on teaching him how to use a bottle, which totally blows. I hate bottle feeding. I hate bottle washing. I hate bottle buying. Figuring out which bottle nipple works best. Bottles that only get half finished. Bottles bottles bottles. The word looks so effing stupid when you type it that many times in a row. Bottle feeding is so much work. People think that bottle feeding a baby is an easy way out when it comes to baby feeding. There is nothing easy about it. Make the bottle/warm the bottle/give the bottle/wash the bottle/repeat. So much work. Nursing? Flip out a tit and put the kid on. You usually have a free hand and you can walk around and do things while the kid eats. Like eat something yourself. Or go to the bathroom. Read. Pet the cat. Pick up the house a tiny bit. It's easy, provided you and the baby are both able and figure out how to do it early on. I give mad props to the energy levels of bottlefeeding mothers. You must be exhausted. Nicholas gets one or two a day and it's all I can do to not lose my mind sitting there on the corner of the couch. Both hands unfree and trying not to cry or milk all over myself.
I'm not crying a lot.
Hardly at all, really.
Despite the fact I've mentioned at least three times in the above text.
I did cry when my mom left.
And again when my dad left.
Another time when Jake's jealousy and attention seeking behavior just became Way Too Much.
And twice while giving Nicholas a bottle.
I think that's it.
I haven't been on a real computer much. My phone is hardly a phone, but not really a computer either. iPads are not real computers. I don't get what there is to do with them, but I'm not under 12, over 65, or much of an iPerson. I'm not the target audience, I just happen to have one for work. Not that it's compatible with anything I do for work. Sigh. White People Problems.
I look at a lot of Twitter and Instagram. I'm @loraneely on both.
I like to think I'm funny and witty and sharing pictures that people would like to see, but I'm probably failing miserably at all those things. Unless you like pictures of babies and cats. Which are surprisingly popular on the internet, but pretty boring on social media feeds.
I am hundreds of emails behind.
Tens of thank you cards behind.
Dozens of phone calls behind.
All that stuff just sort of fades into the ether these days.
I meant to do Christmas cards, and didn't. Then New Years cards, but no. Maybe Valentines.
Long time readers may remember that I used to take pictures of Jacob in Dave's New Year's bloomers from his Mummer's costumes. He won't let me do that anymore, but Nicholas doesn't have words to say no.
Maybe this will be the week he starts smiling all the time. He's got a nice one that he brings out from time to time. Because who doesn't need a little bit of positive reinforcement?
Parenting/ Early Childhood 101: Many people say that new babies only smile if they have gas, but that has pretty much been debunked. All babies (even blind babies) are born with a distinct smile- I think it's called an "innate smile". I forget. My brain capacity is limited these days. New babies smile when they feel really good; like when they are eating, dreaming lovely things, falling asleep, and yes, passing gas. Sometime in the second month of life babies begin picking up social cues and imitating caregivers and they start to smile socially. The "social smile". So while tiny babies may not be smiling directly at you, rest assured that if your little one is smiling now and again he or she is content and happy and you are doing a really good job.