13 April 2012
Today is a grumbly day that is capping off a very grumbly week. Three earlier drafts of this post were eaten by WordPress, and whenever I have a spare moment to jump on the computer, it’s been operating at the speed of a crawl, all open applications freezing and then three programs announcing simultaneously that they have very important updates to download and install immediately and then forcing two or three consecutive reboots. My ancient version of Photoshop is now operating at a snail’s pace, so it looks like it’s time to start tucking away money for an eventual new computer, since this one’s RAM is maxed out and there aren’t many options for a replacement video card. And, perversely enough, I will probably get another Windows machine, because apparently I am just a glutton for punishment.
I’m also grumbly because this has been yet another week of turning down and cancelling social engagements due to a certain someone’s wildly erratic sleep schedule, which makes me feel like I’ve officially become one of those horrible people who has a baby and then stops returning the calls of everybody she knows. And, with a small child, going out of the house is generally one of the few surefire highlights of your day. On the other hand, it does stop me from having to have the following conversation over and over:
Oh, you know, doing well enough. He’s getting pretty smiley and social these days. He’s really into his hands.
Is he sleeping any better at night?
Nope! Not at all!
Have you tried…
Yup! You bet!
Is he napping during the day?
What does the doctor say?
That he’s, you know, a baby.
How’s his reflux doing?
Well, he’s still fountaining forth entire feedings multiple times a week, but we’re pretty good at cleaning it up.
How’s your knitting / writing going?
[insert image of above-the-head stormcloud here]
(I think I need to take a cue from a friend and hang up a hand-written sign that says “ENOUGH WITH THE SELF-PITY, JEJUNE” somewhere prominent. Because have I mentioned that this kid stays awake all night smiling and beaming? And sometimes he wakes me up at 1:30 or 2 a.m. with the aggressiveness of his cooing?)
Here’s the thing: I already look back at photos of wee tiny newborn Theo and go awww, because he’s growing so fast and he was just so tiny only a few months back. But you can sure as hell bet that, as he grows out of yet another clothing size and starts babbling in a conversational manner and holding his head up more and learning to laugh and otherwise flying through the the little developmental milestones that mark his oh-so-rapid progress into toddler-dom, I’m not going to be sighing sentimentally about how I’d wish he’d stop growing up so fast.
I’m relishing it.