Whew–it’s been another whirlwind couple of weeks! One week, poor Baby H was sick with an ear infection, followed by a big growth spurt, then the week after it was time for his two-month checkup (complete with his first round of shots). He has grown so much already and is becoming more fun, alert, and engaging every day as he learns more and more about his world. All I can really do is try to keep up!
It isn’t always easy to take good care of myself when it feels like all of my energy is being put toward this miraculous new person. My diet has been far less than stellar and oftentimes I forget to eat at all. And then there are other times when the little guy FINALLY falls asleep that I am racing to fit in at least 1 or 2 of the 68094887324 things on my to-do list.
This is my dining room table right now. I’m trying to sort through Baby H’s clothes, putting away the stuff that doesn’t fit him anymore (there’s a lot of it!) and organizing the stuff that does so that it’s easier and quicker to get him dressed throughout the day (and yes, he goes through multiple outfit changes daily!).
Enter last night; around 6:00, baby boy went down for (what I thought was) his pre-bedtime nap and I figured I’d finally have the time to tackle some of the clothes sorting. That was when I realized that I hadn’t eaten anything since about noon. So the plan changes to: eat, then sort.
Fortunately, in the fridge I had a big batch of Red Lentil Cauliflower Curry (an all-time fave from Veganomicon) that I cooked up last week when my mom was here visiting and watching the baby. I grabbed a baggie of brown rice that I had cooked and frozen when Baby H was about 3 weeks old and stuck it in the microwave to defrost for a few minutes.
Almost immediately the cries started from upstairs. So I went up, picked up Baby H, and rocked him for about 10 minutes to get him to go back to sleep. Meanwhile I could hear the stupid microwave beeping every 2 minutes downstairs to remind me that my rice was done. All I could think was, “That had better not wake him up!”
Once Baby H was back down, I went back downstairs, added the curry to the defrosted rice, and began to heat them up. Once it was ready, I began to eat and even started drafting a blog post.
Except that not five minutes later the crying started again (this time sounding pretty mad, actually). I hurriedly shoveled the last few bites of curry into my mouth and went back upstairs to pick up Baby H again.
So, the clothes are still covering the dining room table. But at least I had dinner!