Sitting Still

this evening

Sitting in a beach chair on my deck. Fussing with Twitter (addicted). Watching my husband play soccer-tball-tag with Claire while Gage snoozes in the swing.

Right now, for this moment, life is good.

magic eight

Shhhhh.  I have to tell you a secret.

Gage slept through the night last night. 11 pm to 7 am.  That's eight whole hours. Even better, I was smart enough to go to sleep when he did, so I got eight consecutive hours of sleep for the first time in many, many moons.

He woke up happy and squirming.  I woke up happy and human. My boobs, on the other hand, did not get advance notice of this change in plans, and they woke up screaming. Well, more accurately, squirting.

You're welcome for that last little bit of TMI.

Still glad I'm back?

I should be in bed

Don't you like how I come out with this big (to me) announcement and then drop off the face of the (Sitting Still) earth? 

I know I'm just being paid to blog, but like anything else, there's a learning curve.  I'm obligated to two posts a day and trying hard not to suck.  So far, I seem to be holding my own, but since I write mostly after the rest of the family is in bed, by the time I finish up at ParentDish, I'm ready to hit the sack. HARD.

To be brief, bullets are my friend:

• Gage is two months old already. He's huge and adorable and already has fat creases.  I like to gobble his cheeks with a side of belly zerberts.
• Claire turns four next week.  FOUR. Her party is this weekend at a local farm. Think hayrides and petting zoo and lots of kids running amok. It's bound to be a hoot.
• I took a roadtrip last weekend to visit friends (including this one) in parts north. Me, two kids, and way too much baby gear. We had a great time once we got there, but I am in no hurry to do it again.  And a plane trip with the two of them, alone? OUT OF THE QUESTION.
• We have come to the conclusion that our home needs another computer. I started with the idea that I would get a Mac laptop, but then Ron started talking about how HE could use it, and I don't want to share. We're now thinking two cheap PC laptops -- one for each of us. And I'm thinking that between text messaging and IM, we'll never have to speak again.
• I spent this morning at the Dept of Motor Vehicles changing us over to SC plates.  It seems we're officially residents here for the foreseeable future.  (Holy shit.)

how time flies

Gage is already seven weeks old.  He smiles at me.  It's awesome.

smiley guy
Originally uploaded by Sitting Still.

fashion question

I just watched two episodes of What Not To Wear in a row, and now I'm wondering:

How long after the delivery of a baby is it still reasonable to wear maternity jeans? 
And does it matter if the part below the stretchy knit panel are dark denim and bootleg?

Hmmm.  Probably not.  Oh well.

noon, midnight. eh, what's the difference?

Gage slept most of the day yesterday in between feedings.  Turns out he was saving up his party for 11 pm - 3:30 am this morning.  Not fussy, just awake and hungry and in need of mama love.  Oh, and pooping.  Lots of it.  By the end of the party, I was begging for mercy and ready to turn in my dancing shoes for good.

Can I get a "day-night reversal" from anyone?  Hell yeah.

still here, still pregnant

Tomorrow is presumably my last day as a mother of one.  Yikes.

My mom has arrived and will be staying three weeks to help with the baby.  God love her. 

Ron and I had our last date night tonight, courtesy of mom.  Sushi and ice cream.

Things left to do: remove the Christmas tree from the living room, put the decorations up into the attic, install the infant carseat in the car, and make a trip to Costco.

I've set up group lists on my cell phone to text/picture message everyone I know once baby boy is born.  Also, the husband's Treo will be able to post here and to Flickr via moblogging.  Assuming all goes well, look for announcements Monday afternoon.

And if I don't catch you before then, have a Happy New Year! 

who knew

... that downloading ringtones could amuse me this much?

The latest?

I'm coming out, so you better get this party started...

Appropriate for the 10 day countdown to a baby born (we think) on New Year's Eve!

give me something to talk about

I just woke up after falling asleep in the recliner.  Oops.  It is 11:43 pm.  Coming in under the wire.

NaBloPoMo seems to have given me writer's block.  Anybody got any questions?

This so counts.  It's cheap, but it counts.

visitors

My entire immediate family arrived in town today -- mom, dad, sister, brother-in-law and 15-month-old nephew.  They are all currently occupying my house until moving to their beach rental tomorrow.  Needless to say, I'm expecting plenty of blog fodder out of them over the course of the next week.  Hilarity shall ensue.

The alcohol consumption in our house has increased 600%.  My dad and BIL have each had a few beers.  Mom and Ron split a bottle of wine.  There was also bourbon out at one point.  The children are jacked up simply on the excitement of each others' existence.  I am stone-cold sober, of course, and tired.

Will someone please tell them to go to bed so I can too?  Thanks.