Yesterday morning I made a surprise breakfast with candles and background music for baby and husband. It certainly was a surprise for R as I dragged him out of bed urging him to Hurry! He's not very good at waking up real quick so he stumbled with his cute bed hair moaning "what's going on". He later told me that he thought he'd turn the corner to see baby boy walking up and down the kitchen...not so (baby has been chilling on the walking, I guess the Halloween steps were a teaser). R got even more confused as I started singing happy birthday. And throughout the song he saw it necessary to point out that it was not his birthday - I have to insert an LOL here because the confusion on his face was priceless. Don't worry, I'm not losing it, he's been making me watch these odd YouTube videos of socially awkward moments so my imagination has been a little overactive lately and possibly misguided. Anyway, that was fun, the confusion as well as the breakfast (which was slightly scorched but still eatable).
After last night's 16mins post as if aware of my timed plans, baby boy woke up with an ear piercing scream the second I pressed publish. The crying continued for much of the night (and day) accompanied by a stuffy nose. I guess we're playing ping pong with the cold. There were suspicions of some baby teeth and lo and behold more are indeed coming! They are coming! This I discovered as he tried to shout his way back into the bathtub after the nightly bathing session. He's so strong. Or maybe I'm weak? Nope that's not it, this baby is Hercules for sure. Getting out of the bath is a struggle but not worse than trying to clothe him. Baby boy does not like clothing. And in this cold I unfortunately cannot let him roam around free. Although it would save me a ton of laundry...
For only 3 people we certainly have a lot of laundry. Really. It's never ending. In my worst nightmare I see dirty clothes and socks calling my name as I hide under the table trying to finish my book - which I haven't read since yesterday. Unlike a tv show, books can wait, although nowadays tv seems to be able to wait too. And can we please say thank you to the creators of that DVR technology. Because of them I'm now hooked on X Factor. I managed to catch another episode yesterday (yesterday yesterday...seems I'm living in the past today). Right, X Factor rocks because Simon Cowell is me in the male form. Yes I said it! The straight talking, don't care what you think, take it or leave it, this is for your own good, ruthless talent finder, tv watching commentator me. Grrr! And this is why I prefer to watch television in perfect privacy. Besides all that wonderful get-too- involved-with-the-tv/alter ego rant, I treasured my tv viewing moment because it brought me back to finding joy in the little moments. I remember many and I mean Many years ago, when I was little. I used to fantasize about our family one day having a big ol'colour tv with a remote control. In the fantasy the little me would come home from school, throw the school bag in the corner, grab the remote and with a soft plomp I'd plunge onto the couch. The grown me did just that. Minus the school bag. And as I assumed a comfy position, a sigh escaped from a deep breath of gratitude. Outwardly smiling at the internal peace of a moment realized. Because life is but a moment in experiences. - I don't quite know what that means but it sure sounds cool hha:)
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