The sweet spot.
I finally get why people have more babies. As Gus was an infant I thought “Yeah, the smell of their heads is nice” or “Sure, it’s great when they first smile” but I wasn’t so sure any of these were reasons to have a baby. But here, here on the brink of 14 months, I get it.
I feel like we’ve hit a sweet spot. The kind of sweet spot I am going to blog about which of course means that this next week is going to be torture. Gus is happy most of the time and so fun. He started dancing in the last month. He has new words all the time, today’s being “vacuum”. He’s smiley and lovey and gives kisses and plays games and all these things that make me want to do this every day forever.
Beyond that, he sleeps. He goes down easily. I only nurse him overnight at this point and he gets a pumped milk bottle at nap time and bedtime. His bedtime routine is bath, pajamas, book, bottle, bed. When you ask him where his bedtime book is he goes and gets it and goes to his chair. When they finish the book he points to the light and him and Lesley get up, turn it off, have the bottle, and then he falls asleep. Rarely tears, rarely asleep on the bottle. I’m much worse at this so for now, if she is home which she normally is, Lesley does bedtime. We decided that we would just have her do it for now as he’s doing so well with it. Naps are similar – a touch more fuss but easily down. At night he is sleeping one big 6-8 hour stretch. When he wakes up he comes to bed with us and then sometimes nurses only then and then again a little before waking up. Over this thanksgiving break we are going to work on getting him in his crib all night. We’ll see how it goes.
Everything just seems so magical these days. I know this will come and go – there will be easy and hard days. Even now there are some of both. But right now? Right now it’s pretty damn amazing. Now if only Lesley and I could stop arguing about dinner. (What are we having? Who is making it? Who was suppose to pull meat from the freezer in the morning? Why don’t we plan better?)