From our lumberjack to yours.
Hey guys. Sorry I’ve been a bit MIA this week. We were having a few rough nights and yesterday it was finally obvious why. It came in the form of a baby fever and two achey people. Luckily (I guess? Silver lining?) we both were knocked out on the same day, so the day Mama just needed to rest on the couch was also the day Harry needed to sleep in my arms and cuddle.
We’re both feeling a bit better today. Harry’s still got a fever, but the Ibuprofen seems to be helping now (it didn’t yesterday) and neither of us are miserable. Fingers crossed we’ll both be feeling much better just in time for Halloween!
I’m really falling into this role of “Mum of a Boy.” I never thought I’d say it, but I get really excited to see dump trucks, the garbage man, airplanes, tug boats, sticks… Don’t get me wrong, I’m equally excited to see dogs, babies, kids, cats, and giant stuffed toys. But I’m really loving being a mum to this boy. The world through his eyes is pretty amazing.
Yesterday, we stopped on our morning walk to play with some sticks and touch a tree. We even brought a branch home. All while wearing jackets. It was perfect.
We haven’t made it to the pumpkin patch yet, but we did find a Harry sized gourd at the grocery store this weekend. I told him he could take it home if he didn’t throw it on the ground… he carried it through the whole store and was very serious about his job. It did fall at one point and by the look on his face, I could tell he was concerned that I was going to take it away. I don’t think he’s ever held on to anything that long… except maybe the pear he carried around the grocery store last week.
Best 41 cents I’ve ever spent.
There are the motherhood milestones you expect. Things like waking up for the first time in months and realizing it’s light outside and your baby is still sleeping… or the first time your baby smiles at you… or the first time you get peed on. But then there are the motherhood milestones you never realized were milestones until you hit them. And then you think “I’m officially a mum.”
The other day we ran into one of the second kind. We were out for our run, had stopped at the park for a quick swing, and then ran home. When I put Harry back into the stroller at the park, I handed him the rubber top to his cup (he carries it around and holds it in his mouth like a stogie – it’s so funny). When we got home, it was gone.
Now, before I was a mother, I would have considered myself crazy for what I’m about to tell you. But now that I’m on the other side, I’m calling it a milestone and moving on. Harry isn’t particularly attached to this top (which, by the way, leaks like crazy, so we don’t even use as a cup). He sleeps just fine without it, he doesn’t need it to get a diaper change. But he really likes it. So after telling myself he’d be fine without it, then spending the afternoon thinking about that dang leaky rubber top, I decided instead of buying an entire new cup just for the top (why, yes, that did cross my mind), we’d just try to find it after his nap.
So we put on our rain coats and warm shoes, because yes, it was drizzling, and left the house to retrace our steps. I felt a little crazy, hawk-eyeing the ground looking for a rubber top, especially in the rain, but whatever. When we spotted it, we were both so excited – and it was all worth it. So instead of calling myself crazy, I’m just calling myself “Mum” today.
What is the crazy motherhood milestone that you never considered?
There is not much I can say about Edinburgh except that it surprised me in the best way possible. I was expecting London to be life changing. I wasn’t expecting to fall so in love with Edinburgh. Its delicious, warm pubs, its bustling but quiet streets. Edinburgh Castle, New Town, Old Town… The White Lady, Zara, Paul… I have been obsessing ever since we left, in 2010.
We walked 18 miles a day, ate sticky toffee pudding after every dinner, toured the castle for hours, shopped, braved the bus, picked out our future home, and visited Christmas carnivals. Edinburgh was enchanting, and I can’t get back soon enough.
Fall comes every year, and every year, no matter where we are, no matter what kind of summer we’ve endured, no matter the emotional states of our lives, there is that first cool day that feels fresh. Like a new start. Like a breath of fresh air.
New Years is a time for resolutions, Spring is a time for cleaning, but Fall is a time of renewal. I’m not sure how you feel about fall, but at least for me, it’s time to open up the windows and clean out the closets. To mop and wipe down the baseboards. To fill up bags of old clutter to donate and bring home new (slim cut) baby jeans for the growing babies.
To get outside.
And so, at the beginning of this southern Autumn, I’m cleaning out closets and mopping floors. And I’m spending a lot of time outside with my baby… feeling the breeze, touching the leaves, smelling the sea. It’s so fresh (and so clean, clean).
Okay. I know I’ve already made you watch a video this week, and sometimes it’s hard to watch two videos in one week. They take more time than reading a quick post. They have volume, so it’s harder to sneak it at work. Also, I am the person who hates when someone tells me “You just have to watch this.” and then takes over my computer for 45 minutes. But really, if you’re a mom, or you want to be a mom one day, or you have a mom you really like, you’ll like this.
I cried a little, I laughed a little, and I smiled a little. This was ridiculously cute.