What, you think motherhood isn't like warfare? You have obviously never met my oldest son, then.
Speaking of that little dissident, we had a terrible accident with him yesterday when his finger got caught in this hinged door we have leading to the stairs. It was pretty gory, slicing through right under his fingernail, which he will probably end up losing. There are few things more heartbreaking than holding your child as he screams in pain and not being able to do anything about it. We got it all bandaged up and watched some Winnie the Pooh and Cubby calmed down within five minutes, but they were a bad five minutes. Poor A. was holding him at the time of the accident and of course feels terrible, even though it was obviously nobody's fault.
The MiL mentioned to me today that while I was in the hospital, she and Cubby were playing in the shed, in which live many defunct machines that will someday be made useful (that's what I hear, anyway), and Cubby stopped and announced, "Engines are beautiful." Right. That's a good insight into his personality, don't you think?
If you're wondering why there have been no stories of the newest addition to the Blackrock family, that would be because Charlie doesn't do a whole lot yet. And for this we are profoundly grateful. I am probably jinxing myself here, but this child seems to be the easiest baby on the planet. He eats a lot, but when he's not eating, he's either sleeping or looking around quietly. Cubby is exactly like A., so I have hopes that Charlie will be exactly like me. I was well-known in my family for sleeping ALL THE TIME when I was a child and being very easy-going. (I know--what happened, right?) It would be nice if Charlie were like that too. He cries maybe twice a day, and then only when I have to undress him entirely because he has soaked himself yet again.
Speaking of soaking himself, I was unreasonably pleased with myself for thinking to copy the hospital's idea of using standard pillowcases as the sheets in the bassinet. I have three sheets that are fitted for the bassinet mattress, and it's quite common for all three of those to be soaked through in a night, leaving me at 2 a.m. hunting for blankets to wrap around the mattress. The pillowcases are a lot easier to just slip on and tuck in a little, and I have an unlimited supply of those. I don't know why this never occurred to me before.
And now it's time for me to feed the milk monster again. Over and out.
5 comments:
Fingers have so many nerve endings, poor Cubby. Good thing the young heal quickly. May Charlie continue to eat, sleep and grow... giving you plenty of time to entertain Cubby.
I wish I could offer you some words of wisdom, but the truth is I have virtually no memory of the time in my life when I had a 2 1/2 year old and an infant at home. I'm certain it taxed me to my limit. I'm certain I wanted to run away. But in an instant, practically, the kiddos were 3 and 5 and things were so much more manageable and any memory of the trenches was gone. Seven and five? Cool! Twelve and 10? Awesome. 18 and 16? Holy cow, what is this weird new life I have?
How cool is that pillowcase info. I never would have thought a standard would fit. Too bad it's just a bit of trivia I'll never use ( or may be not so bad, come to think of it).
I think I feel as bad for A. as Cubby. Hopefully, all Cubby's injuries will be minor and short lived. Y'all both are doing a great job, considering how active and curious a child Cubby is, and the type of tools he loves.
Hugs.It sounds to me as if you are raising him right. He is curious and learns quickly. Bright things are in his future.
Beth
Poor little bleeder. And yay for easily placated babies.
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