Today was a good day. Even though Zachary nursed twice – at 2:30 and at 5:30 am – he woke up at 6:30 for no reason and then at 7:30 to nurse some more in semi-sleep (I open the curtains to create “morning” and we curl in bed, nursing. He’s all warm and smells of sleep and milk and a bit of old spit-up, and as he dreamily slowly sucks, he touches my skin with his delicate fingers, It makes my heart flutter.
Hubby and Timothy make a brief appearance, Timothy all happy to see me, giving me a kiss, and then they’re off to have breakfast.
Then Zachary finishes and we cuddle a bit more and then I unzip his sleeping sack – and immediately he’s stretching. His legs go long and rigid, his massive thighs on dimply, his arms sticking out at funny angles… streeeeetch. I grab his feet – they’re always slightly sweaty (we call him Spiderman as if his has sticky feet so that he can climb buildings :) ) and play a bit of pickaboo with his feet.
We change the diaper, coo back and forth (Zachary loves, loves, loves talking) and pop into the washroom to look at our reflection. Zachary always flirts with himself, smiling shyly, hiding in my shoulder, then stealing furtive glances at himself. Cute :)
We go downstairs and Timothy rushes to tell me that he pooped and peed on a potty, shining with pride.
They leave and Zachary and I go about our morning, Zachary agreeing to spend some time in the exersaucer as I am having breakfast.
After a short while, he’s ready for his first nap. We’re in the middle of training him to nap in his crib. A week ago, when we started, it took 50 minutes for him to settle down. Now he usually settles down within 5-10 minutes. I rush through shower-teethbrushing-etc.
We have a walk in the park planned with other moms and babies this am, so I actually end up waking Zachary up so as not to be late. We have a nice long walk along the lake, Zachary has another nap while we walk. We stop for nursing and changing, spend some time playing with the babies on the blanket on the grass right by the water in a cool breeze. The breeze brings a rain, which we wait over grouped under the tree and then trek back once the rain turns into spitting.
By the time we’re back – it’s way past lunch time and we’re starving. We waltz into a nearby thai restaurant and end up sitting there for nearly 3 hours, chatting, bouncing babies, nursing. Zachary is pretty cool. He whines a bit, but is for the most part happy to sit in my lap and look around – or jump. He’s all about bouncing these days. I think this must have been the first time he was up for 3 consecutive hours (not counting the screaming runs he had in his first month).
We finally say good-bye to our mom and baby friends at 4 pm and drive to pick up Timothy from daycare. Zachary promptly falls asleep in the car. We pick up Timothy – one peeing accident at daycare today. His teacher says he’s ready to be transferred to preschool, as far as requirements go. So it depends on spot availability whether he’ll transition in August or September. Can hardly wait – that’s a few hundreds less per month!!!
As Zachary is sleeping, Timothy and I linger and play a bit. We pretend that the staircase is a sea and there’s a crocodile living there, trying to bite our feet. We keep running to check whether the crocodile is still there and then running away fast, saving our feet from the cannibalistic crocodile.
We drive home, leave Zachary on the ground floor in his carseat to continue his nap and go upstairs to have dinner. Timothy is enjoying his cereal with milk these days and thankfully he’s getting better at getting the milk in his mouth. Less and less milk gets spilled in the process. Although he still hasn’t figured out which hand is the main one for him. He uses both interchangeably, I can’t notice any preference whatsoever.
Zachary wakes up, I nurse him and then stick him in the jolly jumper, where he happily jumps for half an hour as Timothy and I cook chicken (well, I cook and Timothy pushes the ladder around the kitchen watching everything I do, asking question, and insisting it’s his turn to stir).
Hubby comes home earlier than usual, family is happily busy. Hubby spends some time with Zachary, allowing me to take the long-awaited bathroom break. Then Timothy poops on the potty. Yay!
And then it’s time for bed. More nursing, quick beeline into Timothy’s room for the night’s hug and kiss, and kids are in bed and it’s time for us the adults to chat and dine and relax…
Ah, that was a nice day. Unlike yesterday :)