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There is nothing like having a kid to understand your parents better. There is nothing like having a kid to keep your parents entertained.
Today I called my Dad to wish him Happy Birthday. He noticed the music playing in the background.
It was the music from this.
My dad was there when I declared that Max would have only organically grown, earth friendly toys. Nothing made in China. No plastic, nothing that required batteries and absolutely nothing that played music.
I was delighted with my Baby Bjorn bouncy seat and a simple play mat. MY kid wouldn’t need anything else because I would stimulate him as is my job as a mom.
Yeah.
Tatiana – go ahead. I can hear your laugh across the Atlantic.
Two swings (both play music), a baby seat and two play mats (one requires 3 C batteries) later, my Dad is belly laughing.
I told him I spent last night with my friends Pee – two leaky diapers and a cat post bladder surgery, Poop – a 3 am blow-out, a massive hair ball and a spit-up tsunami.
He laughed again. He’s loving the grandkid and he’s loving the stories. Max, Sparks and I can’t wait until he comes out in October.
Thanks, Dad for raising me. Thanks for giving me all the tools I needed to be at this place in my life. Thanks for the safety rails to keep me from careening off yet allowing me my space. Thanks for the pink hair dye you bought me when I was 12 and the low lights from John last Christmas. And thanks for not getting me a trunk lock that one Christmas.
I love you.
My sister is here. Yay. She muled a shitload of American products. Another Yay.
She also brought Max four onesies – same design, four different sizes.
(Megan linked to it long ago. I have tons of shit I first saw on Megan’s blog)
Trying to explain why Dingo snack is funny to anyone who doesn’t ALREADY think is funny is impossible. And when you think about it, it is horrible. I tried to explain it to Tilman who really, and understandably, did not see the humor.
Well, we do and Max will be wearing these until he is a veritible Dingo meal.
And speaking of Max, because really, that’s all I can talk about, life is great over here. Max is developing into quite the kid. He likes his alone time, awake and playing by himself for up to 40 minutes. Quiet time in his kuschelnest as I sit next to him folding laundry or semi-napping.
Since I got the kuschelnest and he sleeps at an angle, the reflux is under control. He’s sleeping 4-6 hours at a time at night and when he wakes up, I feed him and he’s back to sleep within minutes. Lucky, lucky me.
The kid is now rolling over and working on sitting up. Oh and he turned 10 weeks today. My little guy is not so little.
Everyday I’m thankful that I get to be with him. Granted I don’t remember the first 6 weeks, but now, even with all the hardwork and the lack of sleep, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Uncle Tilman takes some great photos.
1 Kid = 8 weeks, 5.91 kilos, 1000 kisses daily
1 Night = 4 hours, 1 feeding, 2 more hours
1 Refrigerator minus 1 compressor = zero food, condiments and 4 day wait for repair
1 Refrigerator minus 1 compressor = 8 150ml bags of freedom breast milk down the drain
1 cat + 1 bladder infection= 5 visits to vet
1 new baby swing = countless nap hours
All is fine over here. New baby swing has Max sleeping, well, like a new mom who has been without sleep for 8 weeks. I’m sleeping better too. I woke him up one night because he was an hour late and I thought there had to be something wrong. Perhaps I worry too much. All my experienced mom friends thought I was nuts and instructed me to NEVER wake a sleeping baby and to count my blessings.
I’m going to do just that.
He’s asleep right now. Laundry is laundry-ing. Sparky is out. I’m going to nap in the nice cool air-conditioned room while the rest of Darmstadt melts in the humid hell-like conditions.
Thanks, Mike for the A/C. It works wonders.
