If you walked into my living room this evening, this is what you would see:
We're neck deep in it over here, and life is better than I would have expected. I cried Uncle and asked my mother-in-law to help while Brian was out of town this weekend. Even with Mikkee here I was a little overwhelmed, so she took one boy one night, the other the next. I thought it would be a treat for the boy who got to spend the night with Grandma, but honestly, I think the boy left at home was the most excited. Both of them so enjoyed having even my partial attention for eighteen hours or so. Tuesday morning I fed Emmy while Asher stood in front of me and talked for an hour and a half. No toys in hand, no pretense of any other activity - he just talked. Taking full advantage of a captive audience, I suppose. It was ... endearing.
Also? If you're going to have a baby, you're going to need a new series in which you can immerse your brain for a few months. With Asher, we watched (for the first time) large chunks of the West Wing. A friend of mine read the entire Harry Potter series while feeding a newborn. This time around, Brian and I have discovered Lost. Let's be honest - it's not that good. It's not terribly well-written, and the rumor is that I'm going to hate the ending. But it's a documentary on human nature. The underlying question is - fifty strangers are stranded indefinitely on a (mostly) deserted island. How would they act? What would they fight over, how would allegiances form? It's a lesson in social psychology, and that's the part that has me sucked in. It's fascinating. A little unnerving, but mostly fascinating.
What else ... I'm cutting dairy out of my diet, to see if has been effecting Emmy. She's a very easy baby, as long as you don't ever put her down. Which is fine, in theory, but occasionally I need to, you know, get off the couch. My doctor mentioned dropping dairy from my diet to see if she settles down, and she did, almost instantly. Within a few hours she took a nap in her swing, which is the first time she has slept away from me in at least a week. I'm sad to give it up - I really love plain old full-fat all-natural vanilla yogurt - but milk is a small price to pay for sanity. And if sanity is for sale, well, I'm buying.