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A friend of mine wrote down her day with her baby in a lot of detail, and it was interesting. So I decided to write down yesterday morning in way too much detail. (Don't worry, it won't become a habit.)
Several times last night[night before last], I heard a baby stirring. The stirring did not, mercifully, turn into full-blown wakefulness until around 7am, which is wakeup time anyway.
So at 7am, I wondered over to Helen's bedroom in response to a "momma", and nursed her. She then said she was hungry, but I asked if she wanted the otherside ("fliparoo"), and she said yes. Then she said she needed to use the potty, so off we went.
I took off her blanket sleeper, pajama bottoms, and diaper, and she sat on the potty and peed. I asked her if she wanted diaper or underwear, and she chose the latter, so I went to go get some. (Hoping, of course, that she wouldn't upset the potty or tumble down the stairs). Got her in the underwear, pajama bottoms back on, and blanket sleeper over the whole, and then we went downstairs.
I thought maybe eggs for breakfast. She wanted cookies. I vetoed that. I got out some eggs, but she wanted the other container of eggs. Okay then. I left the eggs on the counter. She tried to pull them off but I told her to stop that (I was washing a pan for the egg) and that she could help. So she pushed a chair up to the counter. I got out a bowl for her to mix up the egg. (My plan was scrambled for her, over-medium on toast for me.) She refused to use a fork to mix and insisted on a spoon. Alrighty then.
I was sneakily (she likes to help, and will run in from the other room if she hears it happening) unloading the dishwasher as she stirred the egg.
After the egg was looking like it would get mixed, I put a pan on the stove and added some butter to melt. She then informed me that her Dora jamas were wet. So off we went to the potty. The Dora blanket sleeper had been spared, but the underwear and pajamas were not. I asked her whether she wanted a diaper or underwear, and she voted for underwear. I was having trouble finding any when I smelled the butter burning. So I added more butter, turned it off that, poured in the egg, and informed her that she'd be wearing diapers, and found some pajama bottoms.
She was mischievous, and crawling away from me, giggling, as I approached her with a diaper. I caught her, diapered her. Then we cracked a new egg and started getting that one stirred. Meanwhile, I finished cooking the egg-in-burned butter, washed the egg pan, put it on the stove, and started melting butter. Just as the egg was ready to cook, Helen wanted to nurse. I tried redirecting ("we're making breakfast"), but she wasn't buying it, so I turned off the butter, and nursed Helen.
When she was done, I started cooking the egg. I tasted the egg cooked in burned butter and it was okay (buttery, even), so I got that served up to Helen. Somehow during this time I'd plugged in the toaster and started toast for me (I'd given up on my eggs, as knew I was going to eat Helen's). During this time, she found the bread, pulled it out of the drawer, and was hauling it off to the living room. I managed to take back the loaf and put it away, leaving her with one piece. Then she decided she wanted it toasted, so I helped her with that.
After that, she sat down to eat some egg. She chewed some up, and spat it back out into her hand. She then decided she really wanted peanut butter on her toast, and folded up her bread while saying "sandich". So I made her a peanut butter sandwich, and she thereafter ignored her egg. So the second egg was done about this time, and I sat down to eat it, along with my toast, and the parts of the first egg I was pretty sure she hadn't chewed on. (Actually, at this point, she started putting bits of her egg on her sandwich and eating it off the bread, like I was eating egg on toast.) It was 8am, and so time that I could wake up her dad.
But having been doing NOTHING around the house, I was determined to unload and reload the dishwasher before I forgot where the dishwasher powder lived. Helen wanted to help with unloading, and I found her a few things to put away. She wanted to help with loading too, which meant I was keeping her from climbing on the dishwasher. She also kept saying "Momma hold Helen" while I was loading the dishwasher. Finally I got it loaded and launched (Helen had to help pour the soap.) I picked up Helen and held her while I carried out a bit of recycling. It was 8:20 or so, and I figured it was time to wake Daddy. So, upstairs we went, she was delighted to see Daddy and play in her room.
I took a moment to eat a brownie and write up notes (not this post) from the morning. As this is where my notes end, the detail is going to fall off. I got two outfits of clothes for Helen and brought them to her dad. I got myself dressed. I cut up an apple, 1/4 for Helen, 3/4 for me. I heard calls involving "diaper" and "poo-poo" from downstairs, but I pretended I couldn't hear. Between surpheon and myself, we got Helen dressed and out the door.
Helen's cousins sent their train set to Helen:
Some clips of Helen reading:
A clip of Helen trying to sing the ABCs. (As seen on facebook.)
Several times last night[night before last], I heard a baby stirring. The stirring did not, mercifully, turn into full-blown wakefulness until around 7am, which is wakeup time anyway.
So at 7am, I wondered over to Helen's bedroom in response to a "momma", and nursed her. She then said she was hungry, but I asked if she wanted the otherside ("fliparoo"), and she said yes. Then she said she needed to use the potty, so off we went.
I took off her blanket sleeper, pajama bottoms, and diaper, and she sat on the potty and peed. I asked her if she wanted diaper or underwear, and she chose the latter, so I went to go get some. (Hoping, of course, that she wouldn't upset the potty or tumble down the stairs). Got her in the underwear, pajama bottoms back on, and blanket sleeper over the whole, and then we went downstairs.
I thought maybe eggs for breakfast. She wanted cookies. I vetoed that. I got out some eggs, but she wanted the other container of eggs. Okay then. I left the eggs on the counter. She tried to pull them off but I told her to stop that (I was washing a pan for the egg) and that she could help. So she pushed a chair up to the counter. I got out a bowl for her to mix up the egg. (My plan was scrambled for her, over-medium on toast for me.) She refused to use a fork to mix and insisted on a spoon. Alrighty then.
I was sneakily (she likes to help, and will run in from the other room if she hears it happening) unloading the dishwasher as she stirred the egg.
After the egg was looking like it would get mixed, I put a pan on the stove and added some butter to melt. She then informed me that her Dora jamas were wet. So off we went to the potty. The Dora blanket sleeper had been spared, but the underwear and pajamas were not. I asked her whether she wanted a diaper or underwear, and she voted for underwear. I was having trouble finding any when I smelled the butter burning. So I added more butter, turned it off that, poured in the egg, and informed her that she'd be wearing diapers, and found some pajama bottoms.
She was mischievous, and crawling away from me, giggling, as I approached her with a diaper. I caught her, diapered her. Then we cracked a new egg and started getting that one stirred. Meanwhile, I finished cooking the egg-in-burned butter, washed the egg pan, put it on the stove, and started melting butter. Just as the egg was ready to cook, Helen wanted to nurse. I tried redirecting ("we're making breakfast"), but she wasn't buying it, so I turned off the butter, and nursed Helen.
When she was done, I started cooking the egg. I tasted the egg cooked in burned butter and it was okay (buttery, even), so I got that served up to Helen. Somehow during this time I'd plugged in the toaster and started toast for me (I'd given up on my eggs, as knew I was going to eat Helen's). During this time, she found the bread, pulled it out of the drawer, and was hauling it off to the living room. I managed to take back the loaf and put it away, leaving her with one piece. Then she decided she wanted it toasted, so I helped her with that.
After that, she sat down to eat some egg. She chewed some up, and spat it back out into her hand. She then decided she really wanted peanut butter on her toast, and folded up her bread while saying "sandich". So I made her a peanut butter sandwich, and she thereafter ignored her egg. So the second egg was done about this time, and I sat down to eat it, along with my toast, and the parts of the first egg I was pretty sure she hadn't chewed on. (Actually, at this point, she started putting bits of her egg on her sandwich and eating it off the bread, like I was eating egg on toast.) It was 8am, and so time that I could wake up her dad.
But having been doing NOTHING around the house, I was determined to unload and reload the dishwasher before I forgot where the dishwasher powder lived. Helen wanted to help with unloading, and I found her a few things to put away. She wanted to help with loading too, which meant I was keeping her from climbing on the dishwasher. She also kept saying "Momma hold Helen" while I was loading the dishwasher. Finally I got it loaded and launched (Helen had to help pour the soap.) I picked up Helen and held her while I carried out a bit of recycling. It was 8:20 or so, and I figured it was time to wake Daddy. So, upstairs we went, she was delighted to see Daddy and play in her room.
I took a moment to eat a brownie and write up notes (not this post) from the morning. As this is where my notes end, the detail is going to fall off. I got two outfits of clothes for Helen and brought them to her dad. I got myself dressed. I cut up an apple, 1/4 for Helen, 3/4 for me. I heard calls involving "diaper" and "poo-poo" from downstairs, but I pretended I couldn't hear. Between surpheon and myself, we got Helen dressed and out the door.
Helen's cousins sent their train set to Helen:
Click to viewSome clips of Helen reading:
A clip of Helen trying to sing the ABCs. (As seen on facebook.)