Daily Archives: June 14, 2009

Important thoughts at 11 pm

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So there comes a point every night when it gets late where I have to decide whether to go to bed (only to get woken up within the hour by a hungry baby) or to just stay awake until Rush needs to eat again.  Usually I opt for staying up, and that’s usually a bad decision come the next day.  Yet I still never learn…

Rushton will be 4 months old in one week, and over the last few months I’ve realized that my life – now more than ever – is about choices.  Eat breakfast or shower (I can only do one or the other before noon on any given day), take a much-needed nap or do some laundry, blog or just read other peoples’ blogs, change the wet diaper now or wait until it gets more junk in the trunk, etc.  Usually the path of least resistance wins out.  Maybe someday I’ll get my tail end in gear and quit using the new baby excuse, but for now, it’s hard!  Other moms I’ve talked to have said it took them almost a year to get into the groove of things after their first baby.  I can definitely see that.

On a different note – how the heck did Jimmy Fallon get his own show?  We’ve DVRed a few episodes of Conan and it also recorded the first few minutes of Jimmy Fallon’s new late night show, and each time it seems like a total train wreck.  Even on SNL all Jimmy did was giggle through his lines, so who thought giving him his own show would be a good idea??

Dude, I’m about ready to stop going to church.  Rushton just can’t handle it.  For one, church starts at 11 a.m. and it’s everything we can to just to get there on time.  I have to wake Rush up in the middle of his morning nap just to get him ready and fed, then he rarely sleeps during church (just restless cat naps), he’s fussy and squawking the whole time we’re there, then he passes out on the 0.1 mile drive home so he has a little nap in his carseat for the next half hour, then he doesn’t nap well for the rest of the day and by 5 p.m. he’s so wasted he can’t calm down, which puts me on the verge of tears the entire rest of the day.  So church + baby = no sleep for baby = miserable day for parents (but mostly mom).  Maybe I’ll just start watching TV preachers, like Pastor Melissa with her big fancy chalkboard…

So I finally went to see a lactation specialist last week, and it went pretty much how I predicted it would.  An old lady with bad breath who didn’t have much sympathy for my pain mostly told me things I already knew while she poked my boobs (sorry if that’s too much info for any dudes that might read this…).  Plus Rush hated it – they made him eat just wearing a diaper, and the lady tried to talk the whole time (Rush prefers peace and quiet while eating), and he just wasn’t having it.  $35 and one angry baby later…

I’ll end on a happy note.  In the last few weeks Rushton has found his voice, and it’s been pretty cute.  He really seems to be trying to communicate in his own little way with all his grunts and squawks and coos/talking.  Plus he’s turned up the volume a few decibels.  I guess he didn’t think we could hear him before?  I tried to take some video but he usually gets so distracted with the camera that he stops what he’s doing.  But I’ve committed Jake to doing another video montage of Rush SOON, so tune in next time for that and for some more coherent (and more concise) rambling!