That means that 2xs a day, I have exactly 30 minutes to do whatever it is that I need to do sans bebe.
Today was a special treat. Roberto and company are here working on the house (painting the decks, fixing a leak, etc.) They needed some assistance on what to do with the lovely LARGE piece of furniture on the second story back deck. At the same time, Sandra has arrived to clean the house - GOD LOVE HER! She's been unable to come for a while so her appearance is timely and welcomed. The two dogs are also underfoot. And then there's the Master of the house, who is loveable as ever but has quite the inquisitive mind.
We also have to coordinate what room to be in so that Sandra can clean and not have us underfoot. At any moment another contractor is showing up soon to give us an estimate on putting down field stone on the front steps.
So, where I thought my last job required a highly sophisticated level of multi-tasking, it was a piece of cake by comparison. We are at the stage where Jack needs to be on the ground exploring and learning about his environment. On the other hand, there are times when he needs to be out of harm's way (e.g., 5-6 different adults and 2 dogs moving about with sharp implements and cleaning materials...)
You can only put your child in so many child restraining devices (high chair, exer-saucer, crib) before things start to melt down. And inevitably, if he notices you are vulnerable, he's going to surprise you with a second and entirely unexpected morning poop.
Speaking of morning poops (come on, it's a baby blog of course there are going to be poop stories), Jack has this neat new trick on the changing table. I saw something like it in Cirque Du Soleil. You put him down on his back and he immediately corkscrews the top half of his body so that he top half is facing down...and the bottom half is struggling to follow. Not so easy to take off, clean up remains and rediaper with the Squirming Wonder using his remarkably developed muscles.
The other day I thought "TRIUMPH, I have him diapered." I began resuiting him in his onesie, track pants and socks, and thought -- better check and make sure everything is aligned, tightly secured, etc. (We've had some unpleasant escaping poop situations and have taken our friend Anita's advice - diapers can't be too tight on a baby!). Lo and behold, I recheck the diaper and I have given him a Brazilian thong diaper. Interesting but highly ineffective. I am double and triple checking everything these days!
Off to enjoy the last 21 minutes of freedom until 4 ish this afternoon.
More pics later.
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