A Day in the Life

Dear Ethan,

 

Your mommy is lousy.  For some reason, I just realized that I haven’t updated your baby book in quite a while.  Your first tooth, sitting up on your own and your first real big-boy food are as of yet undocumented on real paper.  Even the sticker from your six month checkup is still in (a very safe place in) my purse.  I mean, just yesterday I saw you pull yourself up to a semi-standing position for the first time, and I didn’t run home and write it down.  In fact, I didn’t even put it up on the little blog that I originally started just for you, to prevent this very thing from happening.  Instead as soon as I picked you up we had to go to the library, pick up the girls and get them a snow-cone (which you thought was awesome for a few minutes before it made your mouth cold and you started yelling at me).  When we got home we played together and watched the new Signing Time DVD we got at the library, I cooked dinner and mopped part of the kitchen floor (while you played in your jumper and yelled at me for leaving you alone), then we ate.  Then daddy got home and even though you played with him for a while you were already very tired (and started yelling at me again.)  So instead of giving you a bath like I planned, I put you to bed, which was still later and took much longer than I planned. Even though you could barely keep your eyes open you were intent on fighting sleep, (and did a bit more yelling.)  I’m sure you’re amazed that once you were finally asleep I still didn’t go straight for the baby book.  As much as I love hanging out with you, I was just relieved to have a minute of peace and quiet so I hung out with daddy for a little while before I realized how late it was and fixed your bottles so that I could go to sleep myself.

 

Today though I had this scary daydream about you bringing me your mostly empty baby book and asking me why I never bothered to fill it out, so I’m going to try really hard to make sure I get it done.  But maybe you could do your part and not yell at me while I’m doing it?  Thanks, that would be great.

 

Love,

 

Mommy