It’s Wednesday – laundry day.
On Wednesdays, we wear our pajamas all day. I actually did shower this morning, believe it or not, but I don’t bother with make up or putting on real pants (unless yoga pants are considered “real” pants). The house is a mess. You’ll notice a little later that I quit washing windows months ago. We don’t usually leave the house on Wednesdays. Owen never stops moving, so my day is busy. Typically I have to devote my complete attention to him.
He likes walking around with his hands over his eyes. I don’t know why. I don’t try to understand. It starts with a giggle but doesn’t usually end well. As you can imagine.
Snuggles with mama always make it better, but I’m pretty sure he’s got his first black eye.
He’s a really tough kid so it isn’t long before he’s all smiles again.
The kid is obsessed with his dad. He asks for him all day long. Also, mom still sometimes comes out as Bob but he can say mama, I swear.
Lunch is leftover green curry from Saturday night. It still smells okay, so I’m sure it’s fine. It’s his favorite food in the whole wide world. He’s a super slow eater (which I suppose he gets from me), so he joins me in the kitchen after I finish my lunch and I start dinner. I’m making one of Alex’s favorites. Roast, potatoes, carrots. Cooked to perfection in the crock pot so it’s ready whenever he gets home tonight (which will be really late).
A few tickles after lunch. You know, just to help settle the food.
But it soon becomes very clear that it’s nap time.
While the firecracker snoozes, I drink my three times reheated cup of coffee and catch up on photo editing and trip planning.
(hello, beach vacation!)
I am grateful for his nap time. After struggling with naps for 15 months, he now sleeps at least an hour in his crib. It’s peaceful “me” time. I can write, clean, cook, soak in the tub, watch Netflix, or lay on the floor and marvel at the sound of silence.
But eventually, duty calls. Waking up is hard. His favorite pop-up book helps.
He plays in his room while I fold and put away his laundry.
My mom calls to say hi for a few minutes, then it’s already dinner time. Owen isn’t big into finger foods yet and prefers to be spoon fed so he can busy himself with a book. It’s fine with me because at least I know he’s actually eating instead of just feeding it all to the dog (which I’ve caught him doing before).
Or, you know, throw them on the floor.
We usually have excellent conversation over dinner.
I like to let him play in his diaper for a while before bedtime when it’s not bath night. He enjoys it.
It’s an extremely rare occasion when Elle will play with him but when she does, he LOVES it.
He discovered his alphabet fridge magnets also sick to cast iron.
It’s an unwritten rule of motherhood that you shall not eat anything without sharing with your child. So I shared my dinner of crackers and cereal with him because I’m nice.
Alex is rarely ever home before dinner. And it’s a night week, so I doubt he’ll be home before 10 tonight. That’s why I had cereal for dinner. I think that’s called brinner, right? It’s my fave.
Oh, and wearing the shoes was his decision. He picked them out and brought them to me to put on. You try saying no to that face…
He was, in fact, tired and was snoozing less than an hour later.