0640 — Harry wakes me up by smacking me in the face. At some point in the night (2:30? 4:30?) he woke up and I brought him into our bed and nursed him back to sleep. I try the same again to gain myself a few precious more moments of rest, but he’s having none of it. Instead, I content myself with smiling sleepily at him while he yanks on my hair, chews on my pillow, and babbles away to me.
0700 — Jesse’s alarm goes off and the day is on. I get dressed and washed up while J is treated to Harry’s antics. Then it’s his turn. A change from the norm, I get Harry dressed right away. He dug his face in his sleep and he’s got blood on his sheets and his sleeper, so I’ll do wash right away, hoping to have his bedding dry by nighttime. (*I’ll later regret this, when I change his clothing four times throughout the day.)
0720 — 2 cups of coffee, a brief check of the e-mail and news, and then Liam is up. We all have breakfast together.
0800 — Jesse leaves for work. I nurse Harry while Liam plays.
0830 — School time. Liam does one page from his math book. He asks for more, but he’s quickly distracted by an impromptu game of dinosaur tag. Harry is entranced with his first pair of shoes. He seems to love the way they taste. Chew away, pal. That leather is the closest you’re going to come to eating real meat.
0900 — We sit down at the computer for another exciting adventure with the Super Why gang. This time the story is Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Liam keeps stopping the story and asking me to say the words on the screen without the vowel. He finds this hilarious, and is getting so he can identify the “open” vowel sounds in pretty much any word. Harry sits unassisted on the floor playing with a bead maze. Shoes are soggy but still on his feet.
0927 — In preparation for today, I found several online versions of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Liam’s favorite thus far was this saccharine-sweet movie from 1958. I read him this version, and we still have plenty to choose from in the coming days.
1010 — We made “porridge” — aka Cream of Wheat, since Harry ate the last of his this morning. This was the first time I actually let Liam work at the stove with me. He did all the measuring and pouring, as per usual, but was especially excited to get to stir something on the stove. When it was finished cooking, we added in some of the homemade applesauce Jesse put up last fall. Then Liam settled down for a snack of dried fruit. During this time, Harry was practicing knocking over block towers, chewing on and cooing through a plastic funnel (???), and trying to figure out how to propel himself forward to reach some toys just out of reach.
1040 — Harry’s in the sling helping me do chores — hang laundry, straighten up, etc. Liam opts to play Sorry with the dog. I don’t know how, don’t ask me.
1130 — Lunchtime. Liam has his usual peanut butter sandwich and finger vegetables. I get the brilliant idea that it’s high time I let Harry play with some food, in the hopes that some of it makes it to his mouth. Two minutes later, I vow never to do this when Jesse’s home, as he might just have a coronary when he sees such a mess being made. Two minutes later than that I’m ready to have a coronary. Surely Liam was never this messy?! Two minutes later, Harry is fed up with playing and wants FOOD IN HIS MOUTH, YOU HEAR!!!!! STOP EATING THAT *&$$^ SALAD AND PUT SOME FOOD IN MY MOUTH NOW!!!!!
1155 — Strip Harry out of his now-orange (sweet potato) clothing, pop in a movie for Liam to watch, and head upstairs with the ravenous baby. We lay down in my bed so he can nurse.
1210 — Extricate myself from the now peaceful, sleeping child. Where’s the rabid animal from twenty minutes ago? Gaze longingly at the warm, cozy indentation next to him, and recall fondly the days when I used to get a nap, too. Downstairs, I get a quick cuddle with Liam. Leave him to watch a few more minutes of television while I clean up the mess that is our dining area and take care of some dishes. Guiltily wonder if I use the television as a babysitter. Shrug and have a much needed coffee, and sit down to watch with him.
The rest of the day is kind of a blur. We were too busy living and doing to keep a blow-by-blow account. We played, I went through a few boxes in the attic, Liam “helped.” We made rainbow colors with food coloring and water, with Liam guessing what color we would make by mixing different colors.
Two minutes after this photo was taken, all the water was the color of mud, because he decided to mix them all together. But he had fun, and it was an easy clean up. No complaints.