Date Night Thursday

Baby was along for date night tonight. He spent the day freaking out if I even turned around, let alone went out of the room, so we decided to not risk leaving him without me for the evening. No sense making him even more scared than he already was.

What else went on today? Sigh. My brain is fried, and it's late.

Let's go chronologically for Thursday:
9:40am
-wake up
-whine
-cuddle baby in hopes he'll go back to sleep
-no luck, get up
-baby screams if mama turns around
-baby screams while mama gets breakfast ready and daddy changes him
-breakfast (baby giggles in stroller next to table, chewing a breadstick)

11am
-daddy leaves for work
-mama and baby play in playpen and watch House (baby screams if mama turns around and sobs if she leaves the room)
-mama and baby nap for two hours

1:30pm
-mama still is exhausted
-baby is not in better mood
-baby sits in playpen and eats breadstick while mama eats pasta and cries to daddy on the phone
-mama tells aunt Marcy that it's time for a high chair. Marcy advises going and buying one. Mama agrees that this should be tonight's course of action.
-mama, baby, and dogs go for walk (and call Grandmere)
-mama, baby, and dogs find that a high chair has been left out for the trash, 1/4mi from home. commence bafflement.
-mama spends a a few yards trying to figure out how to roll the stroller and the high chair without losing the dogs
-baby gets upset and wants to be out of stroller and in mama's arms
-cute neighbour man notices plight of the coyote and helps carry the high chair to the apartment

4pm
-baby screams in playpen while mama cleans highchair
-mama and baby share an orange
-mama and baby share an Everything Bagel with oven-melted butter
-mama and baby settle down to nurse
-baby naps a little bit

5:30pm
-daddy gets home
-mama hides in the shower with a book for a while
-mama, daddy, and baby go to one of the myriad local pho places for charbroiled beef with vermicelli, and really good fresh lemonade (and pho, but it was funnier that way)
-baby enjoys noodles (pics later)
-lots of people exclaim over how cute baby is
-baby makes a huge mess with noodles
-mama cleans up noodley mess
-mama, daddy, and baby explore a dollar store
-mama, daddy, and baby explore the baby store (for baby toys and clothes, not babies)

9:45pm
-mama, daddy, and baby come home
-mama escapes to take the dogs outside... baby screams
-baby bathtime!

10:30pm
-bedtime (cuddles, nursing, and the Sisters of Mercy)
-baby is asleep by 11:45pm

And so now I'm writing this post. I should be attempting to sleep. I need as much sleep as I can get... but I also needed to write.

Tomorrow: backdated for Moe's Wednesday, and more pictures.

Date Night

Exhausted. Almost missed out on date night from being exhausted, was made to get up and go out anyway. Good thing, needed shopping and food. Came home with new ruffly white shirt that Grandma would approve of. Spent most of evening with Jon and Nicole; was awesome. Saw Marcy too; also awesome. Babyface was not so happy with the missing-of-mama, but Nicole handled it well. Babyface discovered joys of chocolate cupcakes. Have pictures, will post later. Maybe more words, too.

What should we have for dinner tomorrow?

Need:
-high chair
-dinner plans
-lightweight jogging stroller
-home-made frozen dinners
-more frequent afternoon meals (already discussed this... need to implement)
-SLEEP

Night night.

Quite a day.

Baby Einstein My First Signs is giving me some peace and quiet for the moment. I'm amazed Elijah is actually watching it. He's standing up in his playpen, petting the screen and squeaking once in a while.

Febreze is my friend.

This post at Not That You Asked is also my friend.

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The rest of the day was not my friend.

Well, that's not entirely accurate. I got lots of hugs from Chris B and Marcy and Jon and Nicole and those are good things.

I won't talk about the sad things.

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In other news, there are new videos up that involve basenjis.

And tonight's dinner of carrots and split pea soup was a success, although most of the success was Elijah learned how to get the basenjis to lick his hands (give them carrots), which made him incredibly happy.

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I'm sorry this post is so disjointed, but I think that's how things have to be tonight. My brain isn't working very well, which is a common thing these days, but at least I'm writing, right? Yeah.

We're trying a new thing: Once a week, Elijah will go stay with his aunties, Marcy, Nicole or Dani... or all three, depending on how they want to work it. And Brian and I will wander off to the mall or somewhere for 45 minutes or so of wandering and shopping and eating crack Auntie Ann's Pretzel cinnamon stick thingers.

We tried it tonight, and it resulted in about half an hour of screaming, says auntie Marcy. Sigh. Hopefully it will get better the more he gets used to it. During our time together, Brian and I went to the mall... shopping has always been my therapy (thank you, Grandma), and so I have three new tops. One that may never see the light of day, one that says 'baby girl' across the chest, and one much more respectable brown wrap-around blouse. I'd like to go back for a nice little tank top and a skirt. (Everything was on clearance, I promise.)

Right now, I have a very cuddly boy with his limbs as wrapped around me as he can get them, while he nurses off to sleep.

I've been looking forward to this time for most of the day.

Now it's time to watch Kitchen Nightmares and wait for Elijah to sleep.