A year ago today,. dd and I were working opposite shifts so I hadn't seen her to tell her. I'd already told what felt like the whole freaking internet, but I wasn't about to tell her on instant messenger.
The high point of my day was struggling to consciousness enough to turn off all the alarms so I could hear dd in the bathroom showering and brushing her teeth before she went to work and I passed out again. We could go for weeks without actually seeing each other long enough to say "hello."
ds1 was living on the streets or with my ex and I didn't know which and the cops in this town made it clear that they weren't going to help.
I didn't have any other family.
Crap, a lot has changed in a year. Granted, a lot had changed and not for the better between my last two insem attempts, but I'm so glad I went ahead anyway. I didn't bring this baby into the world to protect him from it, but to change it.
And he has.
I wanna be more like the baby when I grow up.
As for toys, dd loved her skwish and also her hug a planet
at this age and all the competitiveness and backstabbing hadn't started yet, so I feel reasonably good about recommending both products. Terran still doesn't play with toys but he LOVES playing games. He always manages to engage my coworkers at my office job and spent the last day there sort of leaning against my shoulder and standing while I stuck stamps and address labels on 300 postcards. Just sitting still that long was novelty enough. He's all about walking. ds1 held his hands while Terran's feet were on the floor and "walked" him across the room the other day--UGH! I remember what that did to my 24 year old back with dd! At first he was just like his sister and didn't want to do anything else, but he seems to have calmed down now and accepted the fact that I just CAN'T.
His hands are very gentle now: lots of stroking, patting, and caressing and less batting. I'm still wearing my Little House on the Prairie braids and my nursing necklace every day, but since he's more likely to touch something with nerve endings than something without, he's adapted the use of his hands accordingly.
He loves books, but we've moved right along to the regular picture book section of the library since the toddler books just weren't doing anything for either of us. I find myself being very picky these days, but we had a great haul of nature books and history books this week. Hopefully we'll make it to baby dance class tomorrow because he definitely takes after his sister that way, but the gas to get there and back costs about three times what the class itself costs.
He has a fairly predictable schedule now: He'll wake me up with smiles and laughter and reasons to live and pull me out of my funk (I've been sad about my parents and dd1 and other broken things that can't be fixed; don't worry; I'll get over it; it's just a 40-something thang) while I have my kauphy(sp). Then he goes back to sleep in the sling while I do dishes, laundry, and whatever other housework I can cram in before I have to get ready for work. I have to wake him up to get him dressed unless I remembered to do so during his first wakeful period, which isn't pleasant, but he usually falls asleep on the walk to whichever place of employment we're going that day.
He wakes up when we get there usually and is quiet and alert and cute and undemanding and otherwise a poster boy for "take your baby to work" day. His afternoon nap is longer and if it goes on into the early evening it's a good idea for me to lie down in the bed with him when I get home and try to nap while the baby naps.
Then he usually gets up around nineish and depending on the older children's schedules, we may or may not have to be quiet and stay in the bedroom. He likes to sit in my lap at the sewing machine for limited periods of time (although he hates cutting out pattern pieces and that's best done while he's asleep) and we can also read or listen to music on the bouncy ball or splash around in the tub. He's usually down again by one-ish and stays asleep (although he does nurse plenty) until 9 if I'm lucky, 7 if I'm not.
Terran is the pouch sling king of our DDC and has been fine sitting on my hip for limited periods of time for absolutely ages, but he was born on January 18 and he is a big kid. I finally threw my back out last week, but fortunately I didn't throw it out very badly and didn't miss any work, although I did have to break out the ergo to walk across town. Dang, that thing helped a lot! I mean helped as in it felt GOOD, as in the weight wasn't just distributed so that it didn't cause any more damage, but as in it actually helped, as in I'm going to keep the ergo after Terran outgrows it and put a random 20 lb weight in it and walk around the house to help my back kind of helped.
It helped so much that I had no trouble walking home with the sling king back in the pouch again. New pic--same bamboo tie-dye; glad I "messed up" the neckline so it fit for four months!!!!SQUISHY, SQUISHY,SQUISHY!!!!hands are very useful thingsthe sling king in his natural habitat