first day flying solo as a mom of two
7:30am: got a shower while G screamed at me from his infant seat. Guess I'm not shaving today.
- (Technically I guess I could mention 12am, 1:30am, 4:00am, 6:30am: nursed G)
8am: G back to sleep after pretending to nurse for a bit. I slap on some face, dry my bangs (if I don't, my hair will look ridiculous for the next two days) and go downstairs to gulp down some coffee before...
8:45am: The Holdy Monster wakes up. To my relief, she's pleasant. We change her diaper, brush her teeth, go downstairs for milk and a "manana," eat some waffles, dance to Yo Gabba Gabba, all before G Man wakes up.
9:45am: Gatsby is awake. We go upstairs and I change his diaper and clothes while Holdy throws every washcloth, bib and blanket in the drawer of the changing table onto the floor.
We go downstairs so G can nurse while Holdy watches Dora the Explorer... and poops, which means I can now safely give her a bath to wash off last night's blue birthday cake icing from my Dad's birthday dinner without fear of a bathtub surprise... which I definitely experienced two weeks ago.
10:30am: Holdy gets a bath while Gatsby hangs out in an infant seat. Basically I have some sort of infant seat in every room. After the bath, G hangs out in the infant seat in Holdy's nursery while we get her dressed.
Head downstairs; tummy time while Holden grabs every single shoe out of her shoe basket and displays them in a line.
11:30am: Begin to prep for a walk which requires nursing G, changing his diaper, finding two shoes that match for Holdy, chasing her around the house to put her jacket and hat on, bundling up G.
11:50am: Head out for a walk in our new double stroller, the Joovy Caboose. We're very lucky to live in a neighborhood that adjoins an amazing park with a really great playground. Unfortunately, despite the 50-something degree weather, that playground is still covered with remnants of last night's freak snowstorm. Holdy falls down four times before I decide to pull the plug on the playground venture.
Holdy cries the whole walk home, while also saying, "nap," which I take as a good sign. G has been sleeping the entire walk.
12:30pm: Holdy lies down for a nap. G is still asleep.
1-3pm: I clean up the toy carnage from this morning, which takes all of 3 minutes. I heat up a piece of pizza. G wakes up. My mom shows up to drop off leftover sushi from last night's birthday dinner. She holds G for about 10 minutes before she has to leave. I nurse him again, then lay him on the Boppy around my waist while I type a blog post, seated in an armchair with my laptop on a TV tray. Grey's Anatomy reruns play in the background on Lifetime.
I try, unsuccessfully, to nap with G on the couch.
3:15pm: Holdy is up. Diaper change, milk, PBJ sandwich. Grandma comes to take H to her house for a few hours.
4pm: I nurse Gatsby and then put him in the Moby wrap and we go for a walk in the park.
5-7pm: Harry Potter on ABC Family. Gats and I nurse and then chill on the couch. I fall asleep for about 20 minutes (sorry, Harry).
7:30pm: Holdy is home. I get her ready for bed while grandma sits with Gatsby.
8pm: How I Met Your Mother finale. While Gatsby sleeps in the living room bassinet, I laugh. I cry. I scream. I eat leftover sushi. I drink a beer.
9pm-12am: Upstairs to bed with G, cuddling and nursing on and off, while I play around on my phone.
Hey, we survived!