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Baby Calvin

Now that Eva is back in preschool, I have a distinct urge to pack a lot into the hours that she’s gone. Having only the one baby at a time is what having a baby break used to be and suddenly it’s no big thing to haul baby boy off to the grocery store or the post office or the dry cleaners. I also mapped out a work timeline that fits into her preschool schedule so I can maximize how efficient I am online (when I’m not following the whirlwind house cleaning program I taped to the fridge).

It’s two weeks that she’s been in school now and the strangest thing has happened. Instead of packing in my busy time for when she’s gone, I’m actually scheduling a whole lot of nothing.

It turns out that I missed out on something before I actually had a quiet house to settle in. I missed my son. I mean, I was cuddling him and taking care of him and appreciating his cuteness in little gasps of time when I could find them, but suddenly having the space to take a solid hour and do nothing but stare into his baby face has been a surprising slice of heaven. Because he is a darlin’.

From a rational standpoint, I really should use the time for something else because errands and cleaning and work all take about 40% longer when I have Eva in the house (due to the toddler chaos element that seems to be unavoidable). But oh…those baby hours. I’m addicted. I think I really needed this after all of that uncertainty about whether or not it was a good time to have a second child and how I was a little disappointed when we found out it was going to be a boy. On bed rest, I spent a lot of time wondering if I would be able to bond as well with this baby as I had with Eva and I think on some deep level I decided that I probably wouldn’t but it would be OK anyway.

Silliness. All silliness. He’s just…I can’t even…I can spend hours just smooshing our faces together. He’s the greatest. My house looks like crap and I’m woefully behind in work and if you saw the state of my daily wardrobe/hair/beauty situation you’d think that I was one of those granola hipsters who don’t own mirrors on principal. Don’t even care. Bring on the baby time.

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6 Comments

  • Reply Gaylin

    Awesome.

    September 12, 2013 at 9:29 pm
  • Reply Karen Klein

    He is super cute. I’d be addicted too. The cleaning and work will always be there… that baby boy won’t, enjoy!

    September 12, 2013 at 9:38 pm
  • Reply J Darling/Humenay

    I’m sure he’ll be relieved and thrilled to read that should he ever stumbled across this blog later in life. 🙂 Heartwarming!

    September 12, 2013 at 10:29 pm
  • Reply Jamie

    Enjoy every moment. Who cares what your house looks like (Mine is still a mess and we have reached toddlerhood–I don’t care time with my Buddy is way more important) I went to the mall today and laughed…All the mom’s were pushing their strollers around with perfect hair, perfect clothes, and well polished. I was there with my long sleeve t-shirt, khaki’s and tevas…I briefly longed to look like they did-you know the professional mommy look… and then thought to myself, “Who is happier?” Then, I looked at my little man and thought, “I am.” Jump in puddles, play in the mud, and enjoy every minute!

    September 13, 2013 at 10:50 am
  • Reply Bryttin

    Love love love this. It’s all about balance. Sounds like you have got it down. 🙂

    And baby face smooshing never gets old.
    Even when they are six.

    September 13, 2013 at 7:09 pm
  • Reply Hope

    I don’t know how you get ANYTHING done with those two cuties at home. Seriously, enjoy the preciousness. Pretty soon he’ll be embarrassed by you and won’t want to hug you in public so enjoy it while it lasts.

    September 20, 2013 at 6:16 pm
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