They say the best bloggers stick to a posting schedule so their readers know when and what to expect. That plan and sentiment is really lovely but totally unrealistic for me during this season of cookie baking and diaper blowouts and sleep deprivation. Since a lot of you are also moms to young children, I’m just going to hope everyone is so scatterbrained and tired that you don’t notice my blogging schedule is called flying by the seat of my pants.
Speaking of schedules, do you want to know who else doesn’t believe in them? MY SON. My sweet, smiley, wonderful, drooling infant son. The kid is napping better than his early months, but he doesn’t sleep through the night and it’s KILLING ME. Some of you probably think I’m a dummy for expecting him to do so, and some of you think I must be doing something wrong because, WHAT? 5 months old and still waking up in the night?!
Sadly, poor Owen has an older sister who slept through the night at 10 weeks old. The bar was set REALLY high but he doesn’t care. He will eat when he wants to eat, and that’s typically between 3:00am and 4:00am. Sigh.
My instincts (and the scale) tell me Owen is a growing boy who needs extra feedings. I wish I could say I always have a good attitude about his growling stomach—some nights I do, other nights I’m a hot mess. But I will say this: middle-of-the-night feedings equal perfectly plump cheeks and thighs that might have him contesting for “Cutest Baby Ever Award.”
Oh, and he just figured out how to put his toes in his mouth. I die.
Anyway, it’s almost Christmas and I’ve LOVED the last few weeks even though exercise, writing and showering are on the back-burner. Our last three Decembers weren’t exactly restful (closed on a house in 2010, chemo in 2011, and pregnancy hormones in 2012) so it’s an understatement when I say just how wonderful it is to have a normal holiday season.
Because I’m all about simplifying this year, about 90% of my shopping happened online (the mall is for dummies!) and I’m wrapping EVERYTHING in bags because spending several hours wrapping odd shaped boxes sounds terrible. I said NO to Christmas cards (sob) but YES to fun activities with Anna like baking and gingerbread house decorating and Christmas light viewing and a terrifying Santa visit.
Meanwhile, Owen has been sporting his Santa hat every single day because it accentuates his cheeks in a way no other accessory can.
Anna in the same hat, two years ago:
The holiday season with children is truly, truly magical and also truly, truly exhausting.
Last night I snuck out for a few incredible hours alone. Anna Q (GOD BLESS HER) offered to watch my kids so I could get a few things done. (Christmas miracle!) Then, Jonathan came home early and I snuck off to a Pilates class and dinner where I wrote this blog post and soaked up 1.5 hours without anyone interrupting me. I feel like a new woman!
I hope to be back soon with a few more “Christmasty” posts—I have so many things I’m dying to share with you—but I make no promises. We’re taking it one day at a time over here.
Ho, Ho, Ho and Hugs and Kisses. I’ll chat with you soon.