A branch on an apple tree
I find myself blogging less and less lately, mainly because of lack of time. Joshua isn't as good of a sleeper as Charlie was. So what can I say?
Charlie was in his first school play today, which was almost a disaster on our part, but wasn't. We were late. We forgot the bagels, which I signed up to bring (oh shit!). We took two cars so Charlie could get to school on time and I went off with the grouchy baby who did NOT want to go in the car to Rosenfeld's bagels.
Well crap. They were closed. They're closed Mondays. At that point we were so late, I decided to say fuck the bagels and get to the school Rosh Hashana celebration. I got there panting and crying; it took us 20 minutes of screaming baby bumper to bumper traffic to get to the school empty handed. It turned out no one minded. They forgave the bagels, and it turned out the 8:30 performance time (I got there at 9) was just a dress rehearsal. We didn't miss anything. The children were in the moadon, or all purpose room, dancing to music and shaking egg shakers with all the other parents. I went around back through the classrooms to calm down, to calm the baby, now fine since he wasn't in the car. Ben met me in the classroom and calmed me down; I was still reeling from the screaming baby bumper to bumper traffic no cell phone no bagels experience.
Charlie had a ball.
He was a branch on the Rosh Hashana apple tree. He even memorized his lines! And he was very very proud, up until the moment that one of the kids took his prop. I hugged him and explained to him that it was ok...that the other kid could be a branch too. The other kid was crying until that moment. And I felt like crying too..I mean, really I was SO mad at that kid. Charlie learned a lesson about sharing and he was ok, and felt better. But in my heart I wish I could have wrenched his prop out of the other kid's hand.
Still, wow. His first school play. And he was, of course, the best kid in it.
I nursed the baby (now 15 lbs, 2 ozs) in the classroom while the children had snack, kissed Charlie good bye, which he didn't notice, and had a relatively peaceful ride home.
Joshua is sleeping in the pack and play now, a rare and peaceful nap. He was up most of the night with a sore throat, waking whenever his Tylenol ran out. He's teething on top of it all. The most surprising bit of all this tumult is that he's been in really good spirits, considering. I'd like to say nursing is going well, and compared to how it went with Charlie, it really is. On the other hand, we're still depending on formula a couple of times each day. It's a slippery slope - a couple of ounces here, a couple of ounces there - and it makes me feel inadequate and frustrated. My hope, as always, is to continue to nurse him until he's at least 6 months old. If we can make it to a year, even better. But I just don't know. We'll take it one feed at a time, and consider it a success if he's not screaming after.
Charlie was in his first school play today, which was almost a disaster on our part, but wasn't. We were late. We forgot the bagels, which I signed up to bring (oh shit!). We took two cars so Charlie could get to school on time and I went off with the grouchy baby who did NOT want to go in the car to Rosenfeld's bagels.
Well crap. They were closed. They're closed Mondays. At that point we were so late, I decided to say fuck the bagels and get to the school Rosh Hashana celebration. I got there panting and crying; it took us 20 minutes of screaming baby bumper to bumper traffic to get to the school empty handed. It turned out no one minded. They forgave the bagels, and it turned out the 8:30 performance time (I got there at 9) was just a dress rehearsal. We didn't miss anything. The children were in the moadon, or all purpose room, dancing to music and shaking egg shakers with all the other parents. I went around back through the classrooms to calm down, to calm the baby, now fine since he wasn't in the car. Ben met me in the classroom and calmed me down; I was still reeling from the screaming baby bumper to bumper traffic no cell phone no bagels experience.
Charlie had a ball.
He was a branch on the Rosh Hashana apple tree. He even memorized his lines! And he was very very proud, up until the moment that one of the kids took his prop. I hugged him and explained to him that it was ok...that the other kid could be a branch too. The other kid was crying until that moment. And I felt like crying too..I mean, really I was SO mad at that kid. Charlie learned a lesson about sharing and he was ok, and felt better. But in my heart I wish I could have wrenched his prop out of the other kid's hand.
Still, wow. His first school play. And he was, of course, the best kid in it.
I nursed the baby (now 15 lbs, 2 ozs) in the classroom while the children had snack, kissed Charlie good bye, which he didn't notice, and had a relatively peaceful ride home.
Joshua is sleeping in the pack and play now, a rare and peaceful nap. He was up most of the night with a sore throat, waking whenever his Tylenol ran out. He's teething on top of it all. The most surprising bit of all this tumult is that he's been in really good spirits, considering. I'd like to say nursing is going well, and compared to how it went with Charlie, it really is. On the other hand, we're still depending on formula a couple of times each day. It's a slippery slope - a couple of ounces here, a couple of ounces there - and it makes me feel inadequate and frustrated. My hope, as always, is to continue to nurse him until he's at least 6 months old. If we can make it to a year, even better. But I just don't know. We'll take it one feed at a time, and consider it a success if he's not screaming after.