Monday, February 24, 2014

A Change Of View

Well, I think it is safe to say that I suck at the photo a day challenge.

I'm so far behind, and I have no interest in playing catch up.

I'm okay with that.

There just aren't enough hours in the day.  Things are slipping through the cracks around here.  A self-imposed desire to photograph random things from an arbitrary list was easy to let slip from the list of "must do today".

Squishy is now in physical therapy and occupational therapy.  Both therapies agree that Squishy can no longer nap in her swing.  For various reasons she must be laying flat when she sleeps.  No biggie I thought.  She sleeps just fine at night in her bassinet.  This won't be too traumatic a transition.

Let us all laugh at my optimism.

I don't know if she misses the noise, or the motion, or if now that she is doing daily exercises she has decided that sleep is for the weak.  But my previously perfect napper is now a non-napper, existing solely on random ten to fifteen minute increments of sleep.

She might be trying to kill me.

Today I decided to forego doing laundry in favor of rocking my baby.  Endless hours of rocking my baby.

At first I was exasperated, just.go.to.SLEEP.

But then I remembered that this is my baby.  My LAST baby.  And I remembered that rocking a baby is one of my most favorite things to do in the world.  And I've hardly had the chance to sit and catch my breath and rock my baby these past 12 weeks.

It was the greatest afternoon ever.

Perspective.

3 comments:

Tam said...

Things like this are why I am glad I had children later in life. I don't know about anyone else, but I would not have had the insights you are talking about at 20 or even 25. My last child was born when I was 38 and I was very aware of what my priorities needed to be. Nothing else matters but schmoozing the man and the kids. You'll have plenty of time to have an immaculate house when all the kids move out.

Tam said...

3 words: MORE SQUISHY PICTURES.

Chrisknits said...

My girls are too big for rocking, but I forget to give them my undivided attention sometimes. I allow media and knitting to garner my attention and don't give it fully to them. It's a lesson we will deal with for the rest of our parenting days.