Baby Leo just hasn’t learned cause and effect yet. Like whenever he pees in his eye when getting his diaper changed he starts screeching like a banshee. We keep telling him, just don’t pee in your eye and it wont hurt. But he just keeps on doing it. He has the same problem with his new trick, turning over. We lay him on his back. But now he almost compulsively turns to his tummy. Then he’ll get there and realize he’s uncomfortable and start crying. We’re like, dude, don’t turn over then. Or better yet, roll back, we know you can. But our wise advice just isn’t sinking in. I guess as parents we’re gonna have to get used to not being listened to.
My unhappy pee-headed boy:
Yesterday my mothering skills were called into question. Leo was crying and fussing so I tried all the tricks to calm him down — pacifier, walking around the house, changing his diaper … then, exasperated, I handed him to Caleb and the second he was in his father’s arms he stopped crying. This happened not once, but twice yesterday. Was our baby already developing a preference for one parent? One that wasn’t me? Well, rather than be sad, I just figured I’d put hand over to Daddy into my bag of tricks. So then again today, he got into this fussy state that I couldn’t calm, so I gave him to Caleb and he kept fussing. And to that, I say, phew! I ain’t so bad after all.
Much of today was spent taking care of final important business before returning to work. For example, deciding which picture(s) to put on my desk. Now this was quite hard. One old smiley one is sooooo cute, but it was taken three weeks ago and Leo is so much older now. I think I’ve settled on the plan to frame the cute smile, but tape a few more recent pics to my monitor.
Another important piece of business was washing my “new” truck. Yes, I’ll be driving a pickup truck now that Caleb has the baby. Caleb seems to have some weirdo pride in the fact his truck is so dirty. I don’t mind the outside dirt so much. But the empty cigarette boxes inside the truck were just gross. I’m not so sure I’m ready to take over the truck. When Kate was here I suggested that I’d paint it pink. She accused me of being obsessed with gender roles, wasn’t I the only girl on my little league team, what’s wrong with me now? Well I don’t think I’ll be painting the truck pink, but I did buy a nice new pink phone yesterday.
And I bet you are now wondering, wait, how does Johanna’s breast pump fit into today’s story? Well I can assure you it does. Today Michelle, my classmate from Barnard, who it’s probably been ten years since I’ve talked to, called to see if I’d help with reunion planning. (10 years! Holy crap!) She has a one year old and is also back at work. So now I hear it from two authoritative sources, Michelle and Hilary, don’t even try to wash the breast pump parts at work. It takes too much time. Just buy lots of parts and wash ‘em at night. So I went and bought extra parts. This Medela company must be making bank. But when I got home my extra parts were just ever so slightly different from the first set and didn’t fit into my homemade hands-free nursing bra. I had to do a bit more inventing. My inventor’s apprentice, Caleb, suggested adding an additional material, safety pins. So another old bra was transformed into a breast pumping accessory. What do these Medela folks think, that I just have 100 old bras hanging around the house to cut up?
And now the big question … will this be it for the blog? Will Caleb take over? We’ll just have to wait and see.