Standing Still

I had a really strange experience earlier this week. I came home from running, fed the baby, put him back in his bed and was standing in his doorway. Next thing I know I am lying on the floor, in pain, with blood pouring from a gash in my forehead. Apparently I passed out and hit my head on the corner of the crib. After a trip to the emergency room, a cat scan, an ECG, stitches, and two IV bags of fluid, they sent me home, saying I must just have been dehydrated. I am left with a black eye, and some lovely traintrack stitches that will probably leave a scar. Sigh. Such wounds can be badges of honor if one acquires them in a respectable way, saving the world comes to mind. It is really annoying to tell people that I got my battle wounds just standing still.

Momminess

A couple of years ago my sister and brother-in-law went on a cruise. B and I stayed at their house to take care of their one year old daughter. My sister left us a large, printed document with detailed instructions on how to care for her baby. She also called us every day to see how things were. She was tearful when they left, and I wondered if she'd miss her little girl too much to enjoy the trip. At the time I scoffed a bit at all these precautions. I thought, "Good grief, Rachel! I can handle this. I was changing diapers when you were born!"(Okay, not really. I am only three years older than she is. ;) Now, B and I are planning to go to Denver and leave J in Idaho with his grandma and aunt. I find myself worrying about how he will fare, and planning to type up a detailed document on how to best care for him. I know I will feel sad when we leave, and I hope I can enjoy the trip...This is only one of the few experiences where becoming a mom has caused me to "eat my words." Sigh.

Crazy J

J makes all kinds of interesting sounds. He can click his tongue. He smacks his lips. Lately he has begun buzzing his lips-a little like a mix between a trumpet player, and a motor boat. He has the most piercing high pitched scream which he emits when he is upset. His incisors came in before his front teeth, so he looks like a little baby vampire.

He does funny things too. He likes to slide things along the floor under his hands. It doesn't matter what the objects are-books, papers, toys, my cell phone, Tupperware lids-as long as they will slide, he will put each hand on something, and crawl along sliding his chubby mits along the floor.

Lately J has begun standing on his head. He doesn't put his legs up and balance in the air, of course, but he puts his head on the floor between his hands, and sticks his bum up in the air in his own version of down dog position. Any yoga teacher would be jealous of that kind of flexibility. We love our little guy!

Order From Chaos

The unfinished basement in our townhome, fondly known as the ghetto basement, has been very crowded and unorganized for many months now. This is frustrating to me as our place is small enough that adding a baby and a business has made things a little crowded. I've wanted to do something so that we could use the basement again for more than a storage dump. We talked about paying someone to finish the basement, but decided that we'd rather save our money because we'd like to move to a larger house some time in the not so distant future. So, instead I've been organizing and moving things around and getting rid of stuff we don't use. Soon I hope we'll have a decent place to watch movies, and for B to keep his Magic cards, and for me to set up the sewing machine. Hopefully we'll also be able to put some of the 2000 copies of MB1 down there so that our garage will be less crowded as well. I actually really enjoy doing a project like this. It is fun to turn a messy space into a place we can enjoy.