For the first few weeks it was like living with a very small, very demanding, occasionally ill-tempered alien. One who doesn't speak our language (his is a primitive, wordless language comprised mostly of crying) or know the local customs (local customs at 760 include drinking coffee and reading the Globe & Mail on Saturday mornings, sleeping at night, and watching an entire episode of Dexter without interruption).
The experience reminds me of an animated short film by Cordell Barker, Strange Invaders. (Go ahead. Click this link. It's only 8 minutes long. You'll be glad you did.)
But slowly, a tiny human emerged. One day he smiled. Then he laughed. He likes music (amazingly, he likes his mom's singing - Baby Beluga is his favourite). He has started "working out" with his dad (baby pull-ups). We are better at understanding his language, able to differentiate between cries ("I've peed!" sounds different than "Feed me!"). Then yesterday morning this happened:
I've heard some parents say they don't remember what life was like before their baby arrived. This is not the case for us.
And I remember the Mad Men vibe of our sofa before it was covered up to protect it from baby puke and food crumbs (see lack of dining room table, above). Let me reminisce for a moment . . .
For some reason I thought that all of this was temporary. Until I realized that it's not. We will change multiple diapers each day for the next two years. Jack will outgrow some of the toys and gadgets currently in our living room, but new toys will take their place. It was time to reclaim our house, starting with the dinning room.
The solution - an IKEA change table in one corner.
The result - a proper dining room! (The living room is still a work in progress.)
Of course, not all Jack-related decor is a bad thing. His room is now my favourite room in the house.
But slowly, a tiny human emerged. One day he smiled. Then he laughed. He likes music (amazingly, he likes his mom's singing - Baby Beluga is his favourite). He has started "working out" with his dad (baby pull-ups). We are better at understanding his language, able to differentiate between cries ("I've peed!" sounds different than "Feed me!"). Then yesterday morning this happened:
I've heard some parents say they don't remember what life was like before their baby arrived. This is not the case for us.
I remember eating dinner at the dining room table, instead of changing diapers.
I remember the living room before it became a baby gear obstacle course.
I remember the living room before it became a baby gear obstacle course.
And I remember the Mad Men vibe of our sofa before it was covered up to protect it from baby puke and food crumbs (see lack of dining room table, above). Let me reminisce for a moment . . .
For some reason I thought that all of this was temporary. Until I realized that it's not. We will change multiple diapers each day for the next two years. Jack will outgrow some of the toys and gadgets currently in our living room, but new toys will take their place. It was time to reclaim our house, starting with the dinning room.
The solution - an IKEA change table in one corner.
The result - a proper dining room! (The living room is still a work in progress.)
So happy to hear that life at 760 is SO normal! And remember.....the sun will come up again tomorrow! :)
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