transitions

If I were trapped in a Bill-Murray-esque groundhog day I would want it to be today.

Today was the last work day of my maternity leave. On Monday I return to the real world.

Since the day Sam was born each day has kind of felt like I was training for a marathon on my treadmill...a lot of work with very little actual progress to show for it. But today was different. It was surreal. It was the day I laced up my shoes, pinned the number to my back and got to really run the race.

(the fact that I'm using running here as an analogy is sort of hilarious because I hate running)

My baby was wonderful...smiling and cooing. Instead of passing out with exhaustion I actually spent time laying on my bed staring at how the light bounced off his perfectly long eyelashes while he slept. I actually had the energy to appreciate my cherubic infant.




It seems cruel that I have to start spending my days in a cubical now that I'm rested enough to appreciate the time off.

2 months

Scholastic heights

I have a confession to make. My son is over 2 months old and I haven't read him a single book. Not even a picture book. I haven't sat down, plopped him on my lap and cracked the spine of any of the great books we were thoughtfully given by friends and family.

I always thought I'd be a huge book reader with my kids so the fact that he hasn't seen more than just the spines of lonely books sitting on our shelf is a little disappointing.

So today I figured it was the day. I got him all fed and happy, sat with him in our big cozy chair, got a couple of books from the shelf and got to business.

I had visions of a warm, cozy, memorable moment. I realized that he probably wouldn't be able to look at the book much, but I wasn't prepared for what actually happened. He started screaming with an unmatched fury. Turned bright red. I calmed him down and attempted to read again, but again, crying until tears were rolling down his little cheeks.

So sad.


Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.