Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Tea for four
Many congratulations to Sherry on the arrival of Max and Sara! Best wishes to the whole Horkin' family.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Sleep?
We don't neeeeeeeed no stinkin' sleep.
Ok. Maybe we do.
Gabriel still has his days and nights very much confused. I am actually growing to dread nighttime. One friend suggested napping the whole day and staying up at night instead. Well, for a gal who has to go back to work in an alarmingly short time, this is soooo not an option. I must learn to survive a day on low sleep. Right?
Actually, I have finally convinced the little bean to sleep for 4 hours *without* me holding him. He sleeps in a wicker laundry basket. I know. The horror! It is actually a nice basket with a cloth liner, and I even add a towel wrapped in a pack-n-play sheet at the bottom for comfiness. The kid stays asleep happily for FOUR HOURS. Did I mention that? Four hours. Bliss. Anyway, I have evaluated the setup backwards and forwards, and I just can't come up with a scenario where he hurts himself or suffocates, so for now- basket it is. We are taking a trip this coming weekend and I am not lugging that heavy P-n-P along- we're toting a basket!
Of course, as soon as he grows a little more, this will not be an option. (Note to self- go shopping NOW to find a bigger basket).
Oh, and I found out from my MIL that my husband loved to sleep in a laundry basket when he was young. Guess it's in the genes (jeans- ha!).
Ok. Maybe we do.
Gabriel still has his days and nights very much confused. I am actually growing to dread nighttime. One friend suggested napping the whole day and staying up at night instead. Well, for a gal who has to go back to work in an alarmingly short time, this is soooo not an option. I must learn to survive a day on low sleep. Right?
Actually, I have finally convinced the little bean to sleep for 4 hours *without* me holding him. He sleeps in a wicker laundry basket. I know. The horror! It is actually a nice basket with a cloth liner, and I even add a towel wrapped in a pack-n-play sheet at the bottom for comfiness. The kid stays asleep happily for FOUR HOURS. Did I mention that? Four hours. Bliss. Anyway, I have evaluated the setup backwards and forwards, and I just can't come up with a scenario where he hurts himself or suffocates, so for now- basket it is. We are taking a trip this coming weekend and I am not lugging that heavy P-n-P along- we're toting a basket!
Of course, as soon as he grows a little more, this will not be an option. (Note to self- go shopping NOW to find a bigger basket).
Oh, and I found out from my MIL that my husband loved to sleep in a laundry basket when he was young. Guess it's in the genes (jeans- ha!).
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Four weeks and counting
I will be back to work in a little over four weeks. Not the kind of thing I want to be contemplating right now, but I really don't have much of a choice. We need both incomes, and I happen to be the primary breadwinner. So, the reality of life sets in...
We have been on our employer's waiting list for daycare for almost a year and a half. We were told at the beginning that we needed about that much time for a part-time slot, which is what we are seeking (my mom will watch Gabe the rest of the time). Well, I called this past Thursday to see when said slot might open. After a look in the computer, I was told that I would not, in fact, be getting a slot this fall. They had filled the infant rooms and would not be accepting other people. When inquiring as to when I might be able to get a part time spot, I was told "next summer." Ok, so it has now become a two-year wait for part time care (and this, we were told, was the shorter list).
After a moment of panic, I picked up the phone and called the day care center a stone's throw from our house. I had heard that it was nice, but we had opted to seek care closer to work as it sometimes takes us a long time to commute (traffic dependent). Surprisingly, this day care had an opening in the infant room, so I set up an appointment to see the facility the next day. Overall, it looked pretty good and was comparable to the original place with one major exception- they were actually accommodating and nice to the parents. I don't mean that the original place was not nice because of us not getting a spot. Hardly. They are rigid beyond belief about drop off, pick up, and a host of other issues. This new place seems to care that parents are people, too.
We are still deciding for sure, but this one looks good.
We have been on our employer's waiting list for daycare for almost a year and a half. We were told at the beginning that we needed about that much time for a part-time slot, which is what we are seeking (my mom will watch Gabe the rest of the time). Well, I called this past Thursday to see when said slot might open. After a look in the computer, I was told that I would not, in fact, be getting a slot this fall. They had filled the infant rooms and would not be accepting other people. When inquiring as to when I might be able to get a part time spot, I was told "next summer." Ok, so it has now become a two-year wait for part time care (and this, we were told, was the shorter list).
After a moment of panic, I picked up the phone and called the day care center a stone's throw from our house. I had heard that it was nice, but we had opted to seek care closer to work as it sometimes takes us a long time to commute (traffic dependent). Surprisingly, this day care had an opening in the infant room, so I set up an appointment to see the facility the next day. Overall, it looked pretty good and was comparable to the original place with one major exception- they were actually accommodating and nice to the parents. I don't mean that the original place was not nice because of us not getting a spot. Hardly. They are rigid beyond belief about drop off, pick up, and a host of other issues. This new place seems to care that parents are people, too.
We are still deciding for sure, but this one looks good.
Friday, July 01, 2005
I'm not dead yet...
...as said by the knight in the Holy Grail
I thought that was only too appropriate a line to start this post. Partly because I have been quite MIA the last few weeks in the blog world, but also because there are days when I am so tired that I function as if I might be missing a few limbs.
Such is life in the mommy world.
Gabriel has shown himself to be quite the cuddle monkey. He wants to be held. All. The. Time. I guess by default that means that I am in the world of attachment parenting. And to be honest, it's really kind of nice. I mean, how many times in your life to you get complete acknowlgement that you are the true center of someone's world? And besides- he's so darn cute that I can't help but want to sit and stare at him all day.
Guess who is a little behind in the housework?
And who is also typing this with one hand?
More to come- just wanted to ensure those who might stop by that all is well.
I thought that was only too appropriate a line to start this post. Partly because I have been quite MIA the last few weeks in the blog world, but also because there are days when I am so tired that I function as if I might be missing a few limbs.
Such is life in the mommy world.
Gabriel has shown himself to be quite the cuddle monkey. He wants to be held. All. The. Time. I guess by default that means that I am in the world of attachment parenting. And to be honest, it's really kind of nice. I mean, how many times in your life to you get complete acknowlgement that you are the true center of someone's world? And besides- he's so darn cute that I can't help but want to sit and stare at him all day.
Guess who is a little behind in the housework?
And who is also typing this with one hand?
More to come- just wanted to ensure those who might stop by that all is well.
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