Ben likes to hang out with me when I’m working in the garden. The other night he helped me pick beans. He likes to chew on one while I pick. And watch the dog. He’s always got one eye on … Continue reading
I made this pizza tonight. It is inspired by Bev, one of my favorite food bloggers. Grilled chicken, grilled orange and yellow peppers, grilled red onion, sweet local corn, and a tomato fresh from my garden all piled on top … Continue reading
Monday 6:45 PM: Ben is bathed and in his PJs. He’s nursing, but fitfully. Stopping frequently and sometimes crying at little before latching back on. Tired boy. We had gone back and forth about the order of operations for the bedtime routine. Ben often falls asleep nursing before bed and the reading we’d been doing cautioned against this. Better for him to go to bed awake, but sleepy. Should we nurse first, then take a bath? In the end, we decided to stick with the regularly scheduled programming; I would wake him a little if he fell asleep. But, clearly, that wasn’t a concern tonight. After a while of alternately nursing and crying he seems to be all done. I give him his pacifier and kiss his head. “Good night. Mama loves you.” and put him in his crib and walk out the door.
6:51PM: I’m downstairs and the clock is ticking. We’ll wait 10 minutes. I busy myself with turning on the grill and finishing dinner. We’re having kebobs and salads. I turn the monitor off thinking I don’t want to listen to this. Then I turn it back on, thinking I do. Continue reading
For Kris. Because this would have been a leeeetle on the long side for a text.
Sunday 7:00PM: Bedtime. Ben’s had a bath and is in his PJs. I put him in his bed but, as often happens, he seems wide awake. He’s not happy. He reaches his little T-Rex arms as high as they will go. “Pick me up,” they implore. I resist. I give him a kiss, tell him, “Mama loves you. Its bedtime. Goodnight,” and leave the room. Out in the hallway, I put my head in my hands, exhausted from a long day, feeling miserable that he’s unhappy in his crib in his room. Continue reading
Last Friday we walked over to the playground for a picnic dinner at the park near our house. We sat on a blanket in the shade. Ben played with the chip bag while we ate our sandwiches.