Catching up from being sick

The fortnight I spent being miserably ill was no fun. No fun at all. I crawled into work. I made desultory dinners of moderate nutritional value. I went to bed at 8:30 whenever possible. I did not do the taxes. I did not do the laundry. I did not figure out our incredibly intricate summer airline needs. So now all that is waiting for me.

The laundry was getting desperate. It’s been about 31 degrees out, and my eldest son only has shorts in his drawers. This becomes even more impressive when you learn that my strategy for laundry is to ensure that everyone has enough clothes for at least three weeks. As in… if all our clothes were clean, I could not do a single load of laundry for three weeks and we would still all have appropriate clothes to wear. This requires a rather largeish upfront investment in clothes (or good sources of hand-me-downs) and significant storage space, but reflects my laundry reality.

Well. Do you know what the laundry room looks like when you do the laundry for the first time in three weeks or so?


It’s even worse than it looks. There’s a huge mound of towels and sheets that you can’t see — at LEAST three loads worth.

This is, I think, a symbol of my life. Challenging when I keep up with it, almost insurmountable when I get behind.

But hey! I’m feeling much, much oh ever so muchly much more better. You discover how rotten you felt when you suddenly feel much better. This evening, I folded the laundry piled up on the counter, sorted all the laundry and got it started. And hey, maybe by the time the weekend is over, I will have worn that laundry mountain down to small and gentle hillocks!

Here I am!

So I try to be Ms. Regular about posting. Like exercising or brushing your teeth, you’re more likely to be regular doing it if you do it every day like clockwork.

I’ve been less than regular lately. Babies, boys and holidays can do that. So there was this blissful moment when both boys were asleep and I was at my keyboard and all that was between me and a great post was something to say.




So now both boys are awake and I’m still in the same spot.

Important stuff….

My brother is staying with us for his winter break. This is a tremendous amount of help. I am willing to pay nearly infinite amounts of Dr. Pepper, cheddar cheese and hot pockets for another adult around.

My husband did not get tested for aikido fifth queue as he was expecting to. Further updates as events warrant.

We are carolling next weekend and hosting the carollers afterwards.

The amount of laundry my family currently generates is astonishing.

Thane is regularly rolling front to back.

I bought a new cell phone. It is nifty.

Ummmm… that’s all I have. But hey. I updated!

Thane at one week old

I have a hundred things to say, and neither time in which to say them nor brain cells with which to synthesize them into a coherent narrative. I figured my adoring audience (hi mom!) would prefer to have the information than to wait until such a time as it, you know, is well-written.

  • At his one week checkup, Thane provided another educational experience to two PA students. He was unhappy with his role as educator, but I found listening to what they were checking for quite interesting. The end result is that he seems like a perfectly normal, healthy baby!
  • His length clocked in at 21 inches and his weight was 7 lbs 4 oz (after the obligatory diaper change). He was discharged at 6 lbs 6 oz so I’m quite happy with that progress. He looked a tiny bit jaundiced, but not badly so.
  • Thane participated in his first election this week. We held him on our laps and kissed his soft fuzzy head as the election was called for Obama. Welcome to a world where anything can happen, my son.
    Thane and Grey, gettin out the vote. Grey totally didnt want to give the flag back.
    Thane and Grey, gettin' out the vote. Grey totally didn't want to give the flag back.

  • Thane is one of the sweetest babies I’ve ever met. He is very mellow. When he’s alert, he’s often very happy and quiet, just looking around. He obviously still sleeps a lot. He only cries as much as he needs to in order to get his needs met. He seems ok with pretty much everything asked of him (the sling, the bouncy seat, the swing). He is adorable and wonderful in every way.
  • Grey is the best big brother EVER. He loves to give his brother kisses and has yet to be anything but super gentle and careful around him. He doesn’t seem at all jealous of attention paid to his brother.
  • My husband and I took a lovely walk in the woods today. Alone. It was awfully nice to have some peace and quiet and actual conversation. But perhaps taking a roughly 4 mile hike was a bit ambitious. He was pretty tired by the time we were done.
  • As you might be able to tell by that, physically I’m doing fantastically. This is abetted by the fact I’m getting enough sleep. I stay up with Thane over the night hours — I actually have an air mattress in his room this week only! (It has a slow leak. Ugh.) Then when Grey gets up, someone else takes care of Thane and only brings him to me when he’s HUNGRY and then takes him away again. This works fantastically when people are here. But….
  • I can totally do this infant and preschooler thing when there are three other grownups around. But my husband goes back to work and my inlaws leave Monday. Trial by fire, anyone?
  • We’re thinking about maybe trying to enroll Grey in a part time preschool for while I’m on maternity leave — specifically the one that lives in our church. Not sure if that works for them to take him for three months, but I think it would be good for all of us.
  • Some of my code at work, which I brilliantly have no backup of, got corrupted this week. I really need to rewrite it. Oops.
  • My mother-in-law and I redecorated my living room yesterday. We settled on a color palette and bought some throws and pillows and chair pillows and incidentals and the room looks much better. We have some further plans that might be implemented while she’s here. She has given me so many ideas to “think about in the back of my brain” that the back of my brain is now FULL.
  • I have learned that WBUR broadcasts the BBC world service between midnight and 5 am. You get bored nursing in the middle of the night.
  • I have a sinking sensation that my calendar is not up to date. Since I have to think really hard to remember the day of the week, this is not a good thing.

    Things are going very well for me right now. Next week will be the true tale, though.

    Since I know you’re all starved for the cuteness of a newborn, here are some pics. I know that the last few pictures are incompletely uploaded and will attempt to get them up on the rigorous “one of these days” schedule, but I didn’t want to make you wait!