John is off on his first airline trip since before Andrew was born. So, it is just me and the kids for three days. So far, it is going okay. We've been staying busy playing at everyone else's house but our own!
The newness of having a baby sleeping on top of me is starting to wear a bit thin. Not that I don't love that sensation of having a baby curled up on my chest. But, at 3:30 a.m. after he's already been up every 2 hours all night, I start cursing a bit and wishing he would just freaking SLEEP BY HIMSELF for a damn hour for the love of GOD. My hands are all craggy and sore and arthritic from holding him all night. My legs are fidgety and my neck is completely broken from sleeping with it propped against the headboard at an odd angle. And yet....he is unable to sleep by himself unless he's on his stomach, which I'm uncomfortable doing when I'm sleeping. So, there's that. And lots of coffee.
Becca has mostly been ambivalent about the new addition to our household. All the kids in the neighborhood are much more interested in him than Becca is for the most part. So, when two snot-nosed children, with wet phlegmy coughs are putting their faces right up in his, I start to hyperventilate. Of course, my snot-nosed kid is allowed to get as close as she wants. And, since she goes to preschool with Wet Phlemgy, I might as well just relax and let the neighborhood kids breathe their snot particles all over him. Because I don't think he's going to be all that sheltered.
Anyway, lately Becca has become slightly more interested. Whenever I lay Andrew down somewhere, she wants to lay down right next to him and cover them both up with blankets.