I am in no mood to be productive today. It's a blah day - where I don't want to get anything accomplished. Baby Girl has spoiled me with sleep! She's been in the habit of sleeping until 7ish every morning, so when I heard her at 6:00 a.m. I moaned and rolled back over, hoping she would fall back asleep. Morgan, who was already awake and getting ready for work, went and rescued her. By rescuing, I mean, getting her from her crib so she'll stop fussing, and bring her into my room and lay her in bed with me, then he goes and continues getting ready for work. So, now I'm awake, and pull myself out of bed so I can feed Baby Girl at about 6:22 a.m. After her morning feeding, she usually goes right back to sleep for another nap - which is wonderful. This allows me to eat breakfast and take a shower. After about a 45 minute nap, she's up again. I feed her rice cereal for breakfast. Then I throw her into the bathtub. Afterwards, another feeding, and another slightly longer nap (about an hour this time). I know that nap time is the only time I have to get things done, and instead of being productive, I curl up on the couch and read my book. I think about the pile of dirty dishes in my kitchen sink that need to be washed, but I don't care enough to stop reading and get up to wash them.
Before I know it, Baby Girl is awake again. We play on the floor for a little while. Baby Girl is getting a lot more wiggly. I think she's getting slightly frustrated because she wants to be mobile, but she can't quite figure it out. When she's on her back, she arches her back and pushes her bum up with her legs. That doesn't really get her anywhere. I've tried (several times) to show her how to roll from her back to her tummy, but she's not interested in that. I try to encourage her to do the army crawl, but she gives up too easily and rolls from her tummy to her back. Meanwhile, I am enjoying my time with an immobile child, because I know its only a matter of days before she'll figure it out and be on the move.
Now it was lunch time. I tried everything I could imagine to get Baby Girl to open her mouth to allow a small spoonful of green goo to enter her mouth. She's not a dumb child, I wouldn't eat that stuff either. I tried everything from singing songs, the airplane swoop approach, and I even pretended to eat it to show her yummy it was. I think she could tell I was just pretending, because it didn't work. It's like she knew, somehow, that if I had a mouthful of that green stuff, I wouldn't be smiling and saying 'yummy!'
It was in the middle of trying to force feed my child vegetables, that I realized that Baby Girl was slightly preoccupied with something else. Suddenly I heard a loud rumble, then I smelled immediately that she needed a diaper change. As I was transporting my stinky baby from her high chair, to her changing area, I felt a wetness on my arm. To my dismay, her dirty diaper turned into a dirty outfit. I was shocked at how much poop there was outside of her diaper. It was disgusting! As I was trying to get her poopy clothes off of her, trying not to get poop in her hair, I realized it would be easier to just throw her in the tub (again). Baby Girl was delighted with a second bath in a matter of hours. After she was cleaned (again), I threw all her dirty clothes in the washing machine (I am SOO glad that we don't have to go to the laundry mat anymore!).
It was just after twelve o'clock, Baby Girl was now her in her second outfit for the day. I also had to change my shirt. Time for another nursing session. Now, Baby Girl is taking another nap. It's only a matter of time before she'll wake up, and I'll get to play with her. I should be more motivated to clean my house or prepare something for dinner tonight. Instead, I'm blogging, then I'll probably go back to reading my book. And when Morgan gets home from work tonight, he'll notice that our house looks exactly the same as it did when he left (maybe even a little messier), and for dinner we'll just have left-over Ham Fried Rice (from yesterday's dinner), and I'll apologize for not doing more. His response is why I love him so much, he'll smile and kiss me and say "That's okay." And it is okay!