Week 26: Not Even the Trees
So, I'm questioning my ability to succeed in law school. Within one week, I have gone into a grocery store, done all my shopping, proceeded to the check out, only to discover that I've left my purse in the car. Twice.
The worst part? Calling the thing that I lug around a purse is being pretty generous. On its best days, it is a huge, black, bottomless pit, and on its worst, it's a huge, black, bottomless pit, overflowing with diapers, blankets, toys, hats, and god knows what else.
My point? My bag is something you should notice you're missing. Should.
But enough about my absent mindedness! This is called Kate's Baby Journal, not Kate's, I'd-forget-my-left-arm-if-it-wasn't-attached, Journal. So, back to the subject everyone cares about; the baby.
Poor Will got five shots yesterday. The part I felt the worst about? He actually stopped crying between each shot, only to get stabbed in the leg again. Such a brave guy! But I felt like such a meanie, signing him up for a flu shot on top of everything else. Well, I figured it was better to do it all at once when he's already upset, rather than make a trip back to the doctor's office for more fun with needles. But again, there's not much to report, other than that Will is absolutely perfect in every way. He weighs 19.8lbs and is 27 inches tall. Apparently, he's slowed down in the weight gain, only 88 percentile, wich is normal for breastfed babies. It also might be due to the fact that Will is on the move constantly now. And of course, he's into everything, and after everything that falls into the category of not a baby toy. Computer mouse, camera case, remote control, water bottles, cooking spoons, and the bottle of baby tylenol, are a few of his favorite things to get into.
So, this is my request to toy companies. Forget Elmo. Forget the bright colors, forget rattles. Please, please just make a toy that is realistic and looks like a baby could electrocute themesleves with it. That's what they want. Really. Give a baby a nice, safe teething ring, and where does it go? Straight to the floor. Now, hand him your cell phone, and he'll examine that thing for hours. Okay well, not hours, but minutes, maybe even several minutes.
So, we went to the store to pick out a baby gate for the top of the stairs, and stood there, overwhelmed by the different kinds of gates, materials, and methods of doing what I thought should be simple en0ugh. We left with what seemed like a good choice, only to bring it home and discover that the wall slants out, and leaves a good two inches gap between the upper bumper of the gate and the wall. Then I figure that we can instead put the gate in the doorway just to the right of the top of the stairs, still allowing free movement through the upstairs without allowing access to the stairs themselves. No again. Although the wall seems to be straight at this spot, the gate itself is a few inches too small for the space. So, we've resigned to putting the gate in the doorway to our bedroom, since that's where Will hangs out mostly anyway. But who knew such a simple task would turn out to be such a problem? I can't wait to live on one floor again.
So yes, in a few short months we'll be living back on the west side of the state, after a long five years over in Pullman. It's bittersweet for me, though I'm so excited to live closer to our friends and family. It really does seem like just yesterday that I moved over here with Emily, only 13 months old. Pullman itself is a wonderful town, with many shops and things to do with kids, and so many parks. But we've outgrown it, and living not only just feet away from the university, but also in university housing has worn on us the past few months. We want to get into our own place, where we can paint the walls, have all of our living room furniture in, the living room (right now it's spread between the dining room and living room, each too small to fit both a couch and a chair), and actually have space outside, away from noisy neighbors. Well, we're moving into a duplex, so don't know about that last one, but still. We're going to have an actual yard. With trees. Coming from Western Washington, the lack of both trees and water over here is very unsettling.
But the best part, really, is being closer to the kids' grandparents, who miss them so much. Well, that and Ian and I might be able to go out alone once in a while. We'll see though, remember we're the same people who sleep in the same bed as Will because if he was all the way down the hall in his room all night, "we'd miss him too much".
The worst part? Calling the thing that I lug around a purse is being pretty generous. On its best days, it is a huge, black, bottomless pit, and on its worst, it's a huge, black, bottomless pit, overflowing with diapers, blankets, toys, hats, and god knows what else.
My point? My bag is something you should notice you're missing. Should.
But enough about my absent mindedness! This is called Kate's Baby Journal, not Kate's, I'd-forget-my-left-arm-if-it-wasn't-attached, Journal. So, back to the subject everyone cares about; the baby.
Poor Will got five shots yesterday. The part I felt the worst about? He actually stopped crying between each shot, only to get stabbed in the leg again. Such a brave guy! But I felt like such a meanie, signing him up for a flu shot on top of everything else. Well, I figured it was better to do it all at once when he's already upset, rather than make a trip back to the doctor's office for more fun with needles. But again, there's not much to report, other than that Will is absolutely perfect in every way. He weighs 19.8lbs and is 27 inches tall. Apparently, he's slowed down in the weight gain, only 88 percentile, wich is normal for breastfed babies. It also might be due to the fact that Will is on the move constantly now. And of course, he's into everything, and after everything that falls into the category of not a baby toy. Computer mouse, camera case, remote control, water bottles, cooking spoons, and the bottle of baby tylenol, are a few of his favorite things to get into.
So, this is my request to toy companies. Forget Elmo. Forget the bright colors, forget rattles. Please, please just make a toy that is realistic and looks like a baby could electrocute themesleves with it. That's what they want. Really. Give a baby a nice, safe teething ring, and where does it go? Straight to the floor. Now, hand him your cell phone, and he'll examine that thing for hours. Okay well, not hours, but minutes, maybe even several minutes.
So, we went to the store to pick out a baby gate for the top of the stairs, and stood there, overwhelmed by the different kinds of gates, materials, and methods of doing what I thought should be simple en0ugh. We left with what seemed like a good choice, only to bring it home and discover that the wall slants out, and leaves a good two inches gap between the upper bumper of the gate and the wall. Then I figure that we can instead put the gate in the doorway just to the right of the top of the stairs, still allowing free movement through the upstairs without allowing access to the stairs themselves. No again. Although the wall seems to be straight at this spot, the gate itself is a few inches too small for the space. So, we've resigned to putting the gate in the doorway to our bedroom, since that's where Will hangs out mostly anyway. But who knew such a simple task would turn out to be such a problem? I can't wait to live on one floor again.
So yes, in a few short months we'll be living back on the west side of the state, after a long five years over in Pullman. It's bittersweet for me, though I'm so excited to live closer to our friends and family. It really does seem like just yesterday that I moved over here with Emily, only 13 months old. Pullman itself is a wonderful town, with many shops and things to do with kids, and so many parks. But we've outgrown it, and living not only just feet away from the university, but also in university housing has worn on us the past few months. We want to get into our own place, where we can paint the walls, have all of our living room furniture in, the living room (right now it's spread between the dining room and living room, each too small to fit both a couch and a chair), and actually have space outside, away from noisy neighbors. Well, we're moving into a duplex, so don't know about that last one, but still. We're going to have an actual yard. With trees. Coming from Western Washington, the lack of both trees and water over here is very unsettling.
But the best part, really, is being closer to the kids' grandparents, who miss them so much. Well, that and Ian and I might be able to go out alone once in a while. We'll see though, remember we're the same people who sleep in the same bed as Will because if he was all the way down the hall in his room all night, "we'd miss him too much".
posted by Kate @ 7:13 PM
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