I figure if I’m going to be up late working on press releases and email blasts, I may as well update on my personal life as well. We are fairing pretty well at this end. Still adjusting into a new groove. Balancing work and everything else is proving a bit more challenging of late, but we’re getting there. Things will ease up on me when August come and Jack begins pre-school (can you believe it?). At that point Abby enters the nanny share. As much as I am looking forward to jack starting school (I think he is going to love, love, LOVE it), I am also feeling a little absent from his life already and that makes me sad. I guess it makes him a little sad too, because there really is just not enough snuggle time to appease him. (Or perhaps I am projecting?)
All that nursing and the fact that she can’t, you know, walk means Abby gets a lot of attention…at least that’s Jack’s take on it! I, for one, feel like the poor girl gets abandoned in her swing or staring up at mobiles or left lying on the floor while I try to make Jack feel less abandoned. Then I suddenly remember I do indeed have a second child when she makes a littel gurgle or coo and rush over to try and respond appropriately less I delay her language development through neglect (and risk the wrath of her speech pathologist auntie!). In short, I’m making myself crazy. Add work into the mix…I think you get the picture.
So here are the real pictures you’ve been waiting on!
Jack was very excited to help out by giving Abby a bottle. He was pretty successful with it as well. He definitely enjoys being a big brother when he gets big brother responsibilities. And he does often inform us that Abby is “very cute.
Speaking of bottles, Abby got her first bottle of formula tonight because when she spent the day with a sitter she drank every ounce of milk I had pumped and still wanted more. Thankfully she held out until I got home (I mean I’m not worried that the child is going to starve to death, but she might not get the distinction.)
Anyhow, I decided to give her some formula tonight so that I could feel confident that she would respond to it in a pinch. She took it like a pro. Some people swear that if you feed a baby formula at night, they will sleep more soundly at night, but given that I am already hearing her stir in her room a good three hourse before she normally would, I’m skeptical. We’ll see.
Tummy Time! Beautiful blue eyes and, yes, lightening hair. She looks just like Jack at this age. Thankfully he is a “pretty boy.” Other than the fair complexion, I’m beginning to wonder if my children have inherited any of my genes.
No, it’s not Jack’s interpretation of Michael Jackson’s infamous glove; just an obsession with sock 
puppets. I suppose if I were a really good mom, I might actually help him decorate a sock puppet, but he seems content to just use a plain old white sock (or a washcloth!) so I figure, why place restrictions on the child’s imagination with buttons and yarn?!?!?
Opened THE LISTENER this weekend. Always a relief to get a show up and running. Many thanks to Mr. Hurwitt for the lovely review. Still running like mad to get butts in seats…that’s my job after all!
