First Real Weekend

This past weekend was my first real weekend in 8 months! Weekends became synonymous with being busy and having to visit with friends and family but this weekend we reserved for ourselves!  We didn’t make any plans out of the city which means the world to me.

Despite the cranky days Carter had been having, he woke up Saturday in a perfect mood!

blog25We went to the 519 (The city’s queer community centre) for a drop-in play time and carter crawled around reaching for different toys.  He was enamored with the man that was running the programming.  He has always had a thing for facial hair but this was above and beyond.  He ate a ton of snacks while we were there and enjoyed the circle time songs!  Just before we left he settled in with Mama to read a book.

Reading with Mama

Reading with Mama

We went grocery shopping and hung out with our pup and Carter was just so happy the whole time.  He babbled on and on about everything.  Saturday was one of the best days I’ve ever had with him.  A friends dog was staying with us for the night and Carter LOVES this dog (Pencil).  I would say that Pencil loves Carter.  Pencil came up for bedtime activities and Carter was thrilled.  After playing on the bed and reading some books I put Carter and Pencil into the crib and they played together for a while until they both fell asleep.

Snug with a Pug

Snug with a Pug

It was the icing on the cake for a wonderful day!

Sunday was equally awesome with hanging out with a friend from high school.  Carter was a charmer and ate half of my brunch!  He can eat!!

Carter and Kat at Brunch

Carter and Kat at Brunch

My favourite thing is that Carter now is okay to fall asleep somewhere and be transferred into his bed.  This is far better for me because we can just lie in bed together playing until he just shuts his eyes peacefully instead of him getting upset when he gets put in the crib and struggling until he falls asleep.  I really value this time each night with him.  Nothing compares to the feeling of the weight of a sleeping child.

Asleep in my arms.

Asleep in my arms.

I hope every weekend is half this wonderful!

 

 

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I survived.

I survived my first week of work.  I was spoiled with pictures sent to me all day and even a drop by visit during one of my lunch breaks.  Carter was all down hill after the first day.  He really gave Sarah a hard time the vast majority of the time.  He seems to be teething but I don’t know for sure.  He absolutely has a cold though.  Poor guy is all stuffed up.

Squeezing out a smile for Sarah

Squeezing out a smile for Sarah

It’s really not as bad as I thought it would be.  I miss him terribly but I’m able to focus on work.  I’m able to listen to CBC radio and I feel like I’m finally hearing the news for the first time in 9 months.  I have conversations with people that aren’t either all about my baby or constantly interrupted by said baby.  It’s actually kind of nice.  I can’t believe I’m saying that.  Now, don’t get me wrong.  If I could be home, I’d be home in a second but I have to make the best of it.

Putting in some hours at the office

Putting in some hours at the office

I’ve enjoyed making dinner for Carter and sitting down to watch him eat followed by bath time.  These are two of my favourite things.  Watching him enjoy food is really exciting and bath time has been his favourite since he was born.  On the days of constant fuss, I have given him multiple baths just for a break from it.

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Hanging out in the tub!

He’s getting more and more interested in foods.  I can put piles of different things on his tray and he will try each one of them before he mixes them all together.  He stuffs his little mouth like a hamster sometimes and this week the result has been a big mess when he sneezes.  He cooperates with the spoon if I’m feeding him something that requires a spoon (yogurt, oatmeal, chopped spinach).

Working the spoon in the least efficient way possible.

Working the spoon in the least efficient way possible.

Bed times have been hard.  He has decided that 6:30 is a reasonable time to hit the hay the past few nights.  This means I get very little time with him.  After his bath I rub him down in coconut oil and sing to him and then read a few books.  He loves playing with the blinds next to the bed that is in his room.  While I know I should just put him in the crib and let him get to sleep, I’ve been lying there with him and letting him play himself to sleep and then I lie there a little longer as he’s tucked into my arm.  It’s just not enough time.

Night night!

Night night!

This week has been huge for me.  I’ve accepted that I can do this, and so can he.  Even though it was a tough week for him, I know he can survive without me.  He’s a champ.