Friday, February 5, 2010

A Brief Lapse in Memory

I haven't showered today. Come to think of it, I don't believe I showered yesterday either. Somehow, in this new phase of life that I've entered showers have gotten pushed to the back burner...or maybe the burner that's behind the back burner. Personal hygiene has taken a backseat to the little guy and his schedule. Oh wait! Schedule implies predictability, and we definitely haven't gotten there yet!

The boys are off of school today and we've had a leisurely time visiting with my aunt and cousin, who stopped by to pick up Ollie this morning and ended up staying through lunch. It was nice to have a valid excuse to do nothing, as opposed to those days where I feel like I never sit down but I look at my house and it looks exactly like it does right now - after doing nothing all morning, and with 7 people hanging out in it.

I keep trying to remind myself that it's okay to be less productive. I mean, it's not as if I'm an immaculate housekeeper even when I don't have a newborn. Truth be told, if it wasn't for my mom and my mother-in-law, my house would have seen far fewer clean days over the past couple of years while I've been in school. Besides, I'd rather coo and smile at Gavin, who is definitely getting his fair share of holding. It's hard to believe how fast he's growing! He'll be 7 weeks old tomorrow and he's really starting to take on the look of a "baby", as opposed to the squishy pink newborn look.

Here's a scary fact...I just ran upstairs to get my downloading cable, and I heard some faint little baby noises. Despite the fact that I was just writing about Gavin, and I ran up to get a cable to download baby pictures, I still had a moment where I thought, "Where's that baby noise coming from? Is there a baby here?" Followed by, "Oh my gosh! That's my baby!" Then I had a frightening moment when I couldn't remember where I had put him. It felt like when I was in high school and I would oversleep on a speech meet day, waking just in time to realize I had 15 minutes to be fully dressed and on the bus. There was a definite moment of panic. Finally, I remembered that I had put him right where he belonged - in the crib (fancy that!). All of that took place in a matter of seconds, but it left me wondering if it's age - or hormones - or exhaustion, or just a deadly combination of the three. Regardless, I'm scaring myself!


Look - I found Gavin! Doesn't he look happy to see me? And no, he doesn't have pinkeye; it's a blocked tear duct, and I'm told it should clear itself up by the time he's a year old. So, only about 10 more months of green goop and a puffy left eye.

2 comments:

Becky said...

Oh, Jen...he is so cute. He is looking so much like his Federocko brothers. He is DEFINITELY into sweet baby phase. Give him these for me...XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO

Laurel said...

I was going to say exactly what Becky said: He looks like a Federocko baby! So darn cute! And I have had those moments you described. I think it's lack of sleep because you and I, my dear, as we both know, are not getting older.