Jericho's Early Mother's Day Present

Today, I feel for the first time in months that my life is semi-under control. Maybe it's because Jericho gave me 3+ hours of napping in a stretch. I was able to actually pump breast milk (really, I have not had "time" to do this over the past two weeks) in anticipation of Mother's Day. On Mother's Day I'm going to ditch my baby with his dad and paternal grandma, aunt, uncle, and cousins and spend some quality time with Jade. Jade is coming for Mother's Day. Even though she's grown, she's adjusting to having another creature sharing her mother's love. So we're going to hang out together on Mother's Day without the boy.

I also reorganized the books in the house. This sounds like something a Type-A housewife would do because she has too much time on her hands. But believe me, I'm no Type A, and it needed to be done. We just moved into our new house two weeks before I had the baby. It's been sheer chaos. The house is finally starting to feel settled. Books are important, and they need to be settled.

It's amazing how my mood can improve so much after a couple extra hours of sleep and time to myself ... time spent cleaning/organizing, usually, but still time not listening to a crying baby. Did you ever notice that babies have the most annoying pitch to their voices, kind of like an alarm buzzer? Human babies may be the most helpless creatures on the planet, but shit are they loud. You can't ignore them.

Jericho is approaching, according to the pediatrician, the most fussy time of his life (I hope). Six weeks apparently is when they peak in fussiness. True to form, he's been a real pill, until today, that is. Yesterday, I had to let him cry it out in his crib for 5-10 minutes a couple of times because nothing would console him.

Today he was an angel though. And all the fiction and nonfiction are in their places.