The girl is doing very well! Also, she is hilarious. We were at her friend’s birthday party the other day, at a big indoor playground, and after she helped Simon go down the big slides, she politely talked another kid off the bottom of the slide, where he was holding up kid-traffic. “I don’t WANT to move. I LIKE it here,” he snarled. I didn’t hear her response, but the tone sounded pretty friendly. And then he moved.
The boy is realllllly benefiting from the new schedule we’ve instituted. I knew he needed more structure, but just couldn’t figure out how to pull it together, until a few weeks ago. Ta-da! It’s like night and day. He actually spends more of the day enjoying himself, than fighting and crying.
Robbie seems to be possessed of all the happiness a newborn can be supposed to have. Crying is almost always short-lived, and is punctuated by quite a lot of calm, and occasional signs of actual enjoyment.
Me, I am dealing pretty well with the extra demands and the lack of sleep. The first hour or so of the morning usually feels awful, but after that I basically forget that I am supposed to be tired (and consequently miserable), and so the day goes on pretty normally. Mostly I’m amused to be reminded that babies really are a full-time job! How am I dealing with a rascally dog, a preschooler, a kindergartener, and a house? And food? I don’t know. I feel like Jason Bourne, with all these crazy secret skills that I have no idea how I got.
Also – I’M GONNA BE THIRTY! YEAH!