Today, around noon as my son had just finished breastfeeding, he looked up at me with dopey, sleepy eyes, his hands cuddled up by his face and his lips puckered in a state of content. Could it be? Yes, I think it could very well be the face I have been seeing for almost a week that indicates he is getting into a routine and is ready for his afternoon nap. He has been doing this for 5-6 days now. It’s awesome–even though it means he is growing up! *Sad face.*
I cuddle him close hoping that the sounds of my 16 month old daughter yelling at the top of her lungs for no reason as she pulls all of the toys off of his exersaucer will not disturb his sweet dreams. Holding a peaceful, sleeping baby is bliss. When he is startled by the “bang!” of my daughter’s sippy cup of milk hitting the window, I decide to transfer him into his crib so he can sleep without interruption. Miss 16 months old is giggling at the hilarity of throwing her cup and is happily finger-painting in the resulting milk splatter down below. Perfect. She is entertained for a few minutes while I bring my sleepy boy upstairs to his crib.
I lay my son down in his crib and tuck him in with a soft, warm blanket. He immediately grabs it with both hands and curls it around his face, sighs and goes right to sleep. I look at him for a moment and think I should take a photo of him but then realize I have no idea where I put the camera and by the time I find it, he will be awake and my daughter will be hanging from the chandelier downstairs after being left unsupervised for 47 seconds. Poor little man. We definitely have some photo-taking to catch up on. I promised myself I would not be one of “those mothers” who neglects the second child (in a photo and documenting special moments sense.) You know! The one who has thousands of photos of the first child and just a few of the second. Having camera phones definitely make it easier to take lots of photos and videos throughout the days but I definitely am not as organized as I was when I only had one baby. However, to be fair, neither of my babies’ baby books are up to date. So at least one day, when they look back, my son won’t see a fully detailed baby book of his sister’s and wonder why his is empty. Since I was pregnant with my son from the time my daughter was 2 months old, my energy sort of dwindled over the months and I have lots of catching up to do. It’s all there. The dates, the photos, the memories are all scribbled down in a notebook or in the “Notepad” app on my phone but I definitely need to input them into her baby book and catch up on my son’s baby book at the same time. But until then, if they look, they will see that their baby books were equally neglected.
As I quietly close my son’s door, I suddenly realize that if this is in fact, the nap that he has been routinely taking in the afternoons, he could be asleep for almost 2 hours. Miss 16 months always has a decent nap after lunch but she hasn’t eaten lunch yet! Her lunch got pushed back because Mr. 5 months was hungry first. I think to myself, “f I feed her quick, it’s quite possible that she will finish her lunch and go down for her afternoon nap AT THE SAME TIME as Mr. 5 months. Can I really pull this off?” I run down the stairs to where Miss 16 months is happily dancing around to a song playing on the TV with the remote control in one hand and my water bottle in the other. She smiles proudly when she sees me enter the room. I need more hands. I couldn’t move these to the other side of the gate as I left the room without disturbing my son. Even though she was distracted by her spilled milk on the floor, her radar went off and she knew there was a remote control and water bottle left at her reach. I scoop her up, put her in her high chair and fasten her bib around her neck. She rips it off. I put her bib on again. She rips it off again. One last try. Unsuccessful. Alright fine! No bib today. She laughs thinking this is the best game ever. Her laugh is contagious so I can’t help but laugh even though I’m foreseeing the laundry stains that will happen the second food hits her tray with no bib for protection.
What’s a quick lunch that I can prepare for her so I can time this perfectly? I grate some cheese, offer her some crackers, cut up some cucumber, some carrots, leftover turkey and some avocado. She happily devours it all. This kid will eat anything. We are very lucky (knock on wood) that she is not a picky eater. Hubby has started calling her the “Human Garbage Can.” I’m not really a fan of the nickname. Last night, while she ate her dinner, he spent some time teaching her to open her mouth wide every time he pressed her foot down like she was a garbage can. Charming, isn’t it? I’ve been trying to get her to say “Please” in the right context and hold a spoon properly without flinging applesauce across the kitchen with no luck but this she picks up right away. Excellent.
I put the kettle on as she finishes so that when she goes down for her nap, I can make a cup of tea. She goes down without any fuss.
I come downstairs and am soooo excited about alone time! I make a cup of tea and can’t wait to drink it while it’s still hot and place it in plain sight on the coffee table and not on the other side of the baby gate. I am moving quickly because I don’t know how long this will last. I move a little too quick and spill some of my tea down my hand as I sit down. Dammit! It’s all good. I’m fine. I’m sitting AND drinking hot tea! My hand is burning but I try to convince myself it’s not that bad because I don’t want to get up. Time is precious and I don’t know how long it will last. It’s still burning. Dammit. This is ruining everything. I get up and rinse it under cold water. It’s still burning so I grab an ice pack from the freezer and apply it to my blotchy, red fingers. I come back in the living room and ice my right hand while I drink my hot tea with my left hand. Even with a minor burn to attend to, this is still awesome. Simultaneous nap time (SNT) is an incredible thing! I’m enjoying my HOT cup of tea and SITTING on my butt so much that it takes me almost 20 minutes before I realize I am sitting on the couch watching “Barney’s Colourful World” on the TV through the fence that surrounds it. I only notice because as I sip my tea I catch myself singing along to “You are special, special! Everyone is special! Everyone in his or her own waaaaay!” I shut the TV off. Silence is golden.
You tend to take for granted just how great silence is until you never experience it anymore. Every night, once the babies are settled into bed or at least quiet, Hubby wants to turn the TV on. Half of the time he isn’t even watching it. It’s just background noise. I’m not much of a TV watcher these days so I always ask him to shut it off if he’s not actually watching something because silence is rejuvenating. It gives you a chance to collect your thoughts, digest the day’s events and let your mind and body relax and unwind.
I enjoy the silence until I hear the sound of a Fisher Price aquarium turn on in my daughter’s room. I turn to the video monitor just as I hear her say “Mamaaaaa!” She hasn’t fallen asleep yet. She is content and has pulled a bunch of books through the rails of her crib from the basket beside it and is thumbing through them. She’s such a little book worm. Hopefully she settles and will fall asleep before Mr. 5 months wakes up. I’m sure she will. She’s just keeping me on my toes, making sure I don’t actually know for sure that I will finish this cup of tea before it is cold. The only certainty is that both babies will be awake and ready to party soon.
Until then, I’m enjoying my hot tea, with an iced pack on my burned hand and the silence that surrounds me (except for the babbling and classical music coming through the baby monitor.) Ahhhh! Life is good.
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