The fact that the weekend is just around the corner and last weekend's story hasn't been blogged about yet has driven me to sit and get done with it. That, and the fact that Peanut is fast asleep in her swing. Yes! That's the first of the bullet points bursting through the seams of my thinking hat. One of our friends offered a Fisher Price Ocean Wonders swing that's like new. Now, Peanut is a very light sleeper. I plan to do a separate post on her fussiness to sleep and how she wakes up every few hours, puts on her cranky pants and refuses to go back to sleep. As a result, her parents are sleep deprived, tired and snappy. The curious cat in me wanted to know if this was normal behavior for a six week old and so I logged into Baby Center's birth club where parents of other six week olds talked about how much their babies love the swing and sleep for hours in it. So when Christina asked us to be there at 10 am, which is an insanely early hour in this household given the nightly wakings, feedings and swaddling Peanut to sleep, we dropped all plans of sleeping in on a Saturday morning. We set of, the three of us (God, even a few days back we were still the two of us) sans grandparents, all the way to Burien to pick up the said swing. It was the first time we were out on our own, without any help in tow.
On the way we wanted to pick up a wine bottle for her, so Peanut and I stayed in the car while A scurried into Fred Meyer and came out a with an expensive wine and an an even expensive tote. Peanut slept like a sleeping beauty all through the drive. It was when we parked outside her house that she woke up and decided to bawl loudly, demanding to be fed right then. I then did the inevitable - I plonked myself on the couch, lifted my t-shirt and began feeding Peanut while C's dog Buddy stared at me all the while with his tongue hanging out. The things babies make us do! After a few minutes she was content. Much cooing and gurgling pursued. And then the wide, silly toothless grin. That alone makes me want to have another one.
The next inevitable thing I did was to feed her in the same style again in the waiting room of the auto detail workshop while we waited for our car to be vacuumed and washed. And even changed her diaper right there as there was no changing table in the loo. I never thought I would be comfortable BFing in public. But hey, that's what happens when you have babies. You will become one of those mothers you once dreaded.
And then we had our first lunch out with Peanut. In fact first lunch out (other than the picnics) since she was born. I was a little skeptical about how it would go. Long, elaborate weekend lunches are thing of past. We can only afford to eat at places where the service is quick and it is okay to have a wailing infant with you. You know, she is very loud and clear when she wants something. Like if she wants to get out of the carseat, she will proceed to scream at the top of her lungs until one gets her out. And then the only thing that will console her is to snuggle into Mama and suckle. At that point we would have to abandon the lunch and scamper to the car and fall at her feet to keep her quiet. Thankfully nothing of that sort happened. Peanut continued napping in her carseat and we had an unhurried lunch of Falafel gyros and mint tea at Mr.Gyro. In the evening we took her to Houghton Beach Park for a mini picnic. It was a weekend of many firsts.
On the way we wanted to pick up a wine bottle for her, so Peanut and I stayed in the car while A scurried into Fred Meyer and came out a with an expensive wine and an an even expensive tote. Peanut slept like a sleeping beauty all through the drive. It was when we parked outside her house that she woke up and decided to bawl loudly, demanding to be fed right then. I then did the inevitable - I plonked myself on the couch, lifted my t-shirt and began feeding Peanut while C's dog Buddy stared at me all the while with his tongue hanging out. The things babies make us do! After a few minutes she was content. Much cooing and gurgling pursued. And then the wide, silly toothless grin. That alone makes me want to have another one.
The next inevitable thing I did was to feed her in the same style again in the waiting room of the auto detail workshop while we waited for our car to be vacuumed and washed. And even changed her diaper right there as there was no changing table in the loo. I never thought I would be comfortable BFing in public. But hey, that's what happens when you have babies. You will become one of those mothers you once dreaded.
And then we had our first lunch out with Peanut. In fact first lunch out (other than the picnics) since she was born. I was a little skeptical about how it would go. Long, elaborate weekend lunches are thing of past. We can only afford to eat at places where the service is quick and it is okay to have a wailing infant with you. You know, she is very loud and clear when she wants something. Like if she wants to get out of the carseat, she will proceed to scream at the top of her lungs until one gets her out. And then the only thing that will console her is to snuggle into Mama and suckle. At that point we would have to abandon the lunch and scamper to the car and fall at her feet to keep her quiet. Thankfully nothing of that sort happened. Peanut continued napping in her carseat and we had an unhurried lunch of Falafel gyros and mint tea at Mr.Gyro. In the evening we took her to Houghton Beach Park for a mini picnic. It was a weekend of many firsts.
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