Sick, Sick, Sick

I hate being sick. It's even worse when everyone else in the house is sick. You just don't get any sympathy. No one to take care of you. You just have to fend for yourself. It's even worse with a baby in the house. He's sick, too, but doesn't seem to know it. He's been a bundle of energy, but has been very good at keeping himself entertained while I watch from my chair and occasionally smile. I'm feeeling better. I plan to go back to work tomorrow. But it has not been very satisfying being at home sick. It's hard to explain -- it's like you need this time to just hole up and do nothing but respond to your poor, tired, sick body, and even though I feel better, I didn't really get to do that. Oh, well. I'm sure my Mom would say, "Welcome to Motherhood."

First Haircut

My son had his first hair cut today. It was much more traumatic for me than I thought it would be. It was actually okay as it was happening, but later when I was driving home, I just couldn't stop thinking about all of the cute little curls that are now a thing of the past. He doesn't look like a baby anymore. He looks like a little man. Very cute of course, but still ... he's just a baby. He did quite well, was only a little fussy and fidgety toward the end. The barber was very nice about it. He even collected up some of his hair and put it in a bag for me.

Do you ever have an unquenchable desire to eat chocolate? I must go find chocolate.

Had a date night with my husband tonight and it was great. I didn't realize how much I missed spending time with just him. We really haven't had much time alone since our son was born. Of course, I missed him while he was gone, and we both talked about him. But all of our attention and focus wasn't on him for a change. We dropped him off at my sister's house then came back home and had dinner and watched a movie. Things we do with around all the time, but different without him there.He had a great time playing and having fun at my sister's. He didn't miss us when we dropped him off, and was reluctant to leave all the cool toys when we came to pick him back up.

It's a double edged sword -- wanting your child to be independent and able to fair on his own, and wanting him to miss you, or at least think of you while your gone. I think we have a pretty independent spirit.

Warm and Clean

It was such a beautiful day today. It's hard to beleive it's January. My son and I went for a wagon walk around our property and didn't have to wear jackets. The sun was even shining! He loves to ride in the wagon and watch the dogs as they run ahead and explore every nook and cranny along the way. Today he decided it would be fun to play drop the toy on the path. We made the best use of our day. Especially since there's a chance of snow tomorrow.

I shovelled out my office today. I can actually walk in without tripping over anything. Now I have to work on the desk and shelf surfaces. It seems like a never ending project. There's always something new coming in to fill my desk, the floor, etc... My husband brings anything in here that's mine when he gets tired of looking at it out in the living room. I have two boxes full of stuff, but I don't remember what's in the boxes and don't feel like moving the stuff off the top of the boxes to find out. I used to be a little more of a neat freak, but my limited extra free time has made me change my ways. Not that it doesn't bother me sometimes, but, hey, I'd much rather be fooling around online or reading a book when I have a spare moment than cleaning up around the house.

The New Year

I have resolved not to make any resolutions this year. Of course, I have a laundry list of things I'd like to do and accomplish, but when I call it a resolution it takes on a new and different meaning and just doesn't get done. I'm usually pretty good at getting things on my list done. My perpetutal, ever-growing "to do" list. One of a string of paper lists, where things not done get moved to the new, better list. Or my electronic list where things linger forever until, I either get tired of seeing them and delete them or finally cross them off. For lists, I think I prefer paper. It's right there in my hand. I have the satisfaction of crossing off the items as I accomplish them. I can have a large sheet of paper with lots of crossed off items. And then I can start all over again on a fresh sheet of paper.

It's gray and yucky outside this morning. At least we had a nice day for the first day of the new year. Sometimes, it's hard to be inspired to do much of anything when it's gray and rainy. A good time to curl up with a good book.