109. Swamped Mother

William slept from 1 to 7. Diana took the bus to work for the first time in 4 weeks. She gets rides from me and her father.

He woke up, drank some milk, and then went back to sleep for another hour. He got up at 8, and we hung out for a while. He likes to play with his hands and his feet. I put the crinkly socks on and he played with his feet that way for a while. His hands are so strong. He grabs my neck skin and twists. We watched a little of Sesame Street, and Jakers

He had another little turn in his diaper. He's been squeaking out angry little pellets. Meanwhile, I had to leave him in the crib for a while, while I dealt with the opposite problem. You'd think we were both in the anal stage, but William is into oral. Right now while I write this he has a chupa in his mouth and he's playing the foot piano in his crib. I have the monitor on to hear the building storm of discontent, before it gets out of hand.

Jeanne is dropping her rain on NYC today. I fed William some oatmeal with pears and milk mixed in a little bit. He likes to play and eat. He tried to suck the tray. He's good at keeping the food in, not spitting it out, but he's not so good at opening up and going with my ideas of how much he should eat.

He's taken 2 naps. One for 30 minutes, and one where he woke up, drank some milk, and went back to sleep and let me read some. I put him in his crib, which he'll be sleeping in next week, and turned on the monitor.

Diana's mother called. "Why didn't I bring the baby over?" I called and nobody answered. She sounded so disappointed.

He woke up, and Diana came home just in time, another bathroom emergency. I took a nap later, and when I woke up and he was in a weird mood. He was fussy and went through cycles of sleeping and wakefulness. He went to bed, and we were heading towards sleep and he woke up again, and sucked down a 4 oz bottle of formula. I fed him, rocked and then walked him back to sleep. Poor Diana is overwhelmed by work, and my not wanting to do much in the evening.