Monthly Archives: December 2014

Three Months

Age: 3 months
Weight: est. 12 pounds (Scott won’t let me put her in the produce scales at Co-Op)
Height: est. 23.5″
Nicknames: Punkin’head, Buggy, Schmunkey, Munka, Pretty Princess, Princess Penelope
Sleep: in retrospect, really well until 12 weeks, sleeping 98% of the time in the crib. Then the sleep regression hit and now we sleep where ever we can.
Clothes: 0-3, with some 3-6 thrown in when they’re cute, like today’s shirt (she outgrew her Christmas dress before Christmas. Sigh)
Loves: any toy with music, most importantly my old mobile, sitting (assisted), any screen (even when turned off) and the pretty girl in the mirror.
Dislikes: sleeping, not sitting, when Mama cries, rolling on hardwood.
Memories: meeting her younger cousin, getting shots (and sleeping on mama all day), Christmas shopping, “Chrisgiving”, setting up the tree, meeting Santa, going to a petting zoo, going to the Forks

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Illogical details about the four month sleep regression

1. It commonly happens at 3 months. Or 5 months. Or it doesn’t exist.
2. It will last days. Or weeks. Or months
3. Your child’s sleep habits will return to normal. Or change completely.
4. You should rely on any trick you can to get the child to sleep. But don’t do any tricks because they could be habit forming.
5. It’s a physical growth spurt. It’s a mental growth spurt. It’s entirely unrelated to growth spurts.
6. It’s caused by the baby beginning their sleep in deep sleep. It’s caused by the baby no longer beginning their sleep in deep sleep.
7. It’s completely the parents’ fault. It’s not the parents’ fault.
8. It’s the perfect time to sleep train except that sleep training doesn’t work during this time.

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Surmounting the Insurmountable

Making supper still feels like an insurmountable task with baby girl. It’s not the logistics. I know she loves watching S cook in the kitchen from the bouncy chair. I know even when the chair loses its magic, strapping her into a carrier will work. I know she naps for exactly 25 minutes and most of my meals don’t take that much longer to make. I even know enough oven-free, splatter-free recipes that her safety isn’t an issue. And given the fact I had to do an emergency loaf of laundry to get the humus off of the Mei tai carrier before my sister could try it out, I’m not worried about the mess.

At the end of the day (both literally and figuratively), I’m too tired for my brain to work through how to accomplish this necessary task successfully. It feels insurmountable.

However, taking baby girl Christmas shopping in a stroller-unfriendly store on a -30 degree day at the beginning of a growth spurt? While it took planning, it didn’t feel difficult at all.

At first I figured I’d was easier to force myself to do because it was the only option, but that isn’t true. No one is holding me to my “shop local” resolution. Everything I bought is available on Amazon.

Then i realized that there was no “force” required to get me to traipse half way across the city and navigate crowded aisles with a baby strapped to my chest. It was something I voluntarily and willingly did.

Making supper? It’s a necessary evil and it turns out that personal interest is what makes the difference between being unable to complete an entirely possible task and the ability to surmount the seeming insurmountable.

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