Mike started a new job last month. It means a little extra money for us, but a longer commute for him. Against our better judgement we’ve decided to move closer to his work. Did you hear that? We’re going to move. With two small children in tow! I don’t know what we’re thinking.
Ok I know what we’re thinking. We like the area more than here, it’s closer to his parents, and when I start looking for work again I have a lot of contacts and there are a lot of broadcasting opportunities. I may or may not also love that everywhere we’ve seen so far has been mere minutes to a Target…
Those prime areas (close to Target) are an hour away though, so that means we have to do marathon viewings on weekends. Last week was our first one, and I have to admit that it wasn’t terrible. It was exhausting though. We planned the trip around Owen’s nap pretty well. He fell asleep and let me transfer him in and out of the car for the first three houses. By the fourth and final house he woke up ravenous though, and a hungry Owen in the car seat is a very. Angry. Baby.
Everything turned out ok though because the house had a couch I could feed him on (thank you strangers I’ll never meet), and there was a big backyard where Adam could run around and stretch his legs while they waited.
This weekend we’re upping the ante and going to look at seven houses. Adam will mercifully be with Grandma and Grandpa, so at least we’ll only be carting around half of our brood.
I really dislike moving. I did too much of it as a kid, even more when I was in the military, and a fair amount since I separated. Hopefully this will be the last move for a very long time. Or at least until the kids are strapping teenagers and I can make them carry a fridge or something.
We put Louie to sleep today and we’re heartbroken about it. Since he was attacked a couple of months ago he just hasn’t been the same cat. He stopped eating, would disappear for days at a time, and lost weight at an alarming rate. Yesterday I took him to the vet and found out he’d lost six pounds. The vet immediately ordered a blood test, but they couldn’t find anything wrong with him other than a high white blood cell count. Rather than throw test after test at an 11 year old cat, Mike and I decided to let him go. Mike told me he didn’t feel any pain, and he buried him in his parents’ yard next to our other cat Binx.
We got Louie very soon after we were married, when he was a kitten. Louie has lived on two different continents and half a dozen houses with us. He was such a loving cat, always ready to jump up and purr away on our lap. I’m so sad to be without our boy, but glad that we got 11 amazing years with him.
April 15, 2004- May 13, 2015
Mike is working overtime, Adam is asleep, and I got my chores done this evening while rocking Owen the sleep in the wrap. I’ve decided that since I worked hard today I’m going to let myself get trapped under him for this little catnap before he wakes up wanting a good meal. It’s become a part of the sweet, sweet routine that is taking shape in our lives.
I didn’t realize until I became a mother how important a schedule is. I do not give birth to kids who can fly by the seat of their pants. They need their naps and they need to know what to expect, and they need that stuff every time. Yesterday we changed Adam’s sheets and it’s thrown him so off his game that he spent the better part of this evening being angry at a pillow for not staying in the exact spot he wanted on the couch. He went to bed early.
Of course Owen wasn’t born with a good routine and I knew I’d have to pay close attention to pick up on his cues. They’re slowly but surely showing up, beginning thankfully with his nighttime routine. He’s asleep for a good chunk of time starting at 9:30 and I can expect two wake ups overnight before he’s up with the sun for a nice poop. Then he’s back down about an hour later for a good nap. His afternoon is starting to take shape but is a bit sporadic still.
I’m so thankful that the “hard” part of the newborn days are starting to wain. Owen’s stomach issues are healing, I’m done with his lip and tongue tie aftercare, and we can get on with getting our family dynamic together. I finally don’t feel like Adam is being ignored all day, and his behavior is so good as a result.
My third Mother’s Day is coming up. I still have many days where I don’t feel good enough. That I lost my temper too fast or didn’t do enough for the kids or Mike. This is such an amazing ride though, and I wouldn’t trade any minute of it for anything in the world.
After all, if it was easy, what would I have to hold over their heads when they’re teenagers?
A bit of a sleeping schedule has started to appear with Owen and I over the last week or so. He goes to sleep for a big stretch between 9:30 and 10, then is up to eat a couple times before he wakes up at about 6.
I get up and change his pants, which he usually promptly poops in, then feed him and put him up in the wrap. It’s the best way to calm him so he doesn’t get fussy and wake up Adam, or Mike if it’s the weekend. He also likes to move around so I end up doing chores that I was too tired to finish the night before. So far today, the dishes are done and the floors have been swept.
He’s only up for about an hour usually, but I’m beginning to really enjoy our mornings together. There’s something very peaceful about folding laundry with the baby grunting in his sleep on my chest, soothed by my movements.
The bonus is that I get a few chores done before Adam wakes up, so when I get a moment away from Owen I can focus all of my attention on him.
Chaos is slowly turning into a routine around here. I can usually count on a little bit of overlap in the kids’ naps, I’m not terrified of taking them out together anymore, and more and more Owen is awake and happy during the day so I’m not trapped under him and unable to play with Adam.
On Mother’s Day two years ago I posted that I watched the sunrise on the couch while Adam nursed. This weekend I’ll probably see it again with my second son. Funny how things come full circle. I’m just as tired and stressed as I was then, but so happy to have These experiences with the kids. It makes all of the craziness worth it