July 8, 2011

too tired to think up a title

Cupcakes are in the oven, glass of pinot next to me.
Have mercy, having a baby is exhausting.
This is a different kind of tired than newborn exhaustion.
That was how-hungry-can-one-baby-be tired.
This is how-much-does-he-need-to-eat
picking-up-soggy-puffs
pulling-him-down-from-trying-to-climb-up-into-the-stroller
rescuing-before-he-crawls-out-the-door
how-many-times-will-he-throw-the-spoon-on-the-ground
another-load-of-laundry
peek-a-boo!
bang-the-wooden-spoon-on-the-bowl
swimming-playdate
tired.

And there's only one of him.

Jewels in your crown, mamas of many babies.

In other news, Cruz's doctor thinks I am a far better (cooler?) mama than I actually am.
At our appointment today, she mentioned things like,
"Keep up the signing"
"Lentils are best when you soak them overnight"
and 
"Do you feed him kale? He'll love that."
But I heart her with all of my pediatrician loving heart.
She squealed over his knee chub,
gave him the best shot of his life (not even a blink from him!),
and pronounced him a blessing and perfect gift from God.

Which he is. 

2 comments:

  1. I remember the exhaustion, Becca, even though it was 30 years ago!! (Don't tell Katie!!) Somehow we moms get through it, and I agree with your pediatrician - you are a great mom!!

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  2. Thank you, Aunt Judy! It must work out in the end because you and Kate have the sweetest relationship and she is amazing. :)

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