Despite my best efforts, Kai came down with the crud, too. Poor baby; he can’t figure out how to nurse with a stuffy nose, and he is miserable. As I write this (Friday morning), I am well, but I wonder if that will still be the case Monday.
That Anya is talking more and more plainly. It’s giving me insight into her mind, which is a fascinating place. Yesterday she threw a fit because we insisted she wear boots instead of dress shoes (it was cold and pouring rain). Kicking and thrashing and growling. I stroked her hair and asked her gently to calm down. She immediately snapped out of it and said, “But Mom, I’m just having a hissy fit.”
Kai’s delight in books. He greets a few with the same enthusiasm he gives toys. A fellow bookworm!
I actually got to read an entire chapter of a book the other day. I’m still amazed by that.
Also, this blog article on working moms was good. I hate the dichotomy of “working mom” versus “just a mom.” I am just a mom, who also happens to work. Not because I live in fear of “losing” myself to motherhood (whatever the hell that means), but because moms take care of their kids, and in my world that means I earn a paycheck and freelance to keep a roof over our heads and lights in our light bulbs.
Still, love the shot of the mom holding the newborn while typing on a laptop. Add a desktop computer and a couple of monitors, and throw a preschooler in the mix, and that’s my world. And I know part of me will miss the commotion when they’re both in school all day.
Returning to Bones after nearly a year. Haven’t watched it since my big panic attack a couple of days before I had Kai. And I now no longer remember what was going on, so I’m having to backtrack and read synopses on the internet first.
Your Favorite Coffeehouse on Spotify. It’s not sleepy (which is important when you’re working!), but is soothing enough that Kai can sleep to it.
Getting my babies well in time for the end of this week!
Birthday-palooza, the Easter egg drop.
Making me happy:
Extra snuggles from my usually busy babies.