Clementine has started to crawl (although in my head I've always thought "crawling" was being up on your hands and knees....she definitely prefers to army crawl--she's tough like that) so the baby-proofing has begun. It's amazing how many times a day I have to say "don't eat that" as she clearly prefers cardboard, wood, table legs, shoes, feet, and boxes over all the colorful appropriate-to-chew-on baby toys that she has.
|This is a Tamagotchi still in its box that my Dad bought me as a joke last Christmas. Clementine loves the cardboard.|
Yep, she's only waking up to eat once a night now (usually). It. Is. So. Nice. I wish I felt more rested (oddly I don't) but in comparison with the d e s p e r a t i o n that is having to be up every two hours at night with a baby, this is a cake-walk. I still believe that no matter how much harder motherhood gets, facing it with several consecutive hours of a sleep at night puts the odds ever in my favor.
I owe Clementine's sleeping to my dear friend Kelly, who rescued me when I started Clementine on solids and she was beyond constipated. I mean like, screaming in pain hadn't gone in 6 days constipated. My sweet friend Kelly in her sweet southern accent said to me, "I can't believe how pediatricians tell people to feed their kids these days. I didn't do a thing that they said to do and my kids ate great and were never constipated. I'll give you this baby food recipe and if she's still constipated in a few days, she needs a specialist, that's all there is to it."
So she gave me the recipe, which involved several food items doctors these days say to never feed a constipated baby, as well black eye peas (blech!). And wouldn't you know it? Clem was back to normal in a matter of days. We call it the Magical Mush because it is magical to have a baby that eats well, eats a lot, and is never constipated. Not only that, she's getting fuller during the day so she's sleeping a go-zillion times better at night. If you aren't a parent, you can't yet understand just how magical all of the above is.
On the subject of magic, we went to IKEA this weekend. We're livin on a shoe-string budget but we did some budgetary breakdancing and made room for a few home improvement items, the biggest one on my list being a home for our books. As we made our way through the IKEA in Atlanta, we kept finding bookshelves we liked and it seemed as though we kept finding cheaper and cheaper ones so we madly scribbled out the last item number we had just written on our slip to write down the new one on the cheaper ones....until finally towards the end we found these adorable shelves that were on clearance for next to nothing. UNFORTUNATELY it's been a year since I've seen all our books lined out so I sorely underestimated just how much shelf space we'd need.
So....oops. I see something very DIY-ey happening in the future to find a home for the rest of these. I'd really like our cute hallway to start being a hallway instead of a tripping hazard.
I also found a coffee table. Maybe it's ridiculous, maybe it's unneccessary, but I saw it and fell in love with it and I've never owned my own coffee table, it's been a silly and never-spoken-about dream of mine to have a coffee table and as my feet are kicked up on it right now I know that the addition of this coffee table into our home life was not a mistake. I can't even stop writing "coffee table" I'm so happy about this stupid thing.
Thad starts work at 10 in the morning (most mornings) so we get to spend our mornings together and it. is. wonderful. I love going to bed and looking forward to waking up, both because I get to sleep until the morning and because I get to spend a few hours with both of my Pinch's together. We have become quite the bacon-and-egg connoisseurs and we have ghetto-rigged the perfect way to brew iced coffee overnight so basically it is domestic heaven.
Anyway I leave with you this picture of Clementine. This is what we do in the mornings--laugh because our daughter's hair sometimes makes her look like Dwight Schrute.